Short Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

The action sent sparks straight to my pussy. She switched to the other tit, biting lightly while her hand slid into my shorts and found my clit. "You're so wet already. New to this, huh?" I nodded, breathing hard. Although I was into girls, I'd been too timid to ever approach one. I'd resorted to drawing out my fantasies. She laughed softly. "Then let me teach you." She pulled my shorts off completely and pushed me down on her bed. She climbed over me in 69 position, her shaved pussy right above my face. "Lick me while I suck your clit."

It doesn't help that we just had to turn the clocks back an hour for daylight saving, so now it’s already dark at five o’clock in the evening. Jon's Auto Shop is one of only two shops in the small town of Randleman, North Carolina. This is where I grew up and have lived my entire life. I want to leave, but I have nothing to leave for. I'm twenty-three, 5'5" with shoulder-length golden brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm not bad to look at in my opinion, but when all the eligible bachelors are men you've grown up with, it kind of decreases the options in the dating pool.

That was the first time we exchanged anything relating to flirting, except for the way they spoke it with their looks. They always came home too early or too late. Tonight, it was early, or maybe they had never really left for work at all. The baby monitor was quiet. Their daughter, Ella had fallen asleep like a dream after her bath and a story, and I had slipped onto the leather couch in their living room, legs crossed, scrolling through my phone with a glass of wine I definitely wasn’t supposed to have. But Aaron and Genevieve Blackwood always stocked the good stuff and left it where I could see it. Like they wanted me to help myself. Like they wanted me to get a little reckless. Hahaha, i

The wind howled outside the old Victorian house, rattling the windows as snow piled high against the panes. It was Christmas Eve in Willow Creek, and Emma Harper had returned from the city for the holidays, hoping the familiar scents of pine and cinnamon would mend the ache of another year alone. At twenty-nine, she was a freelance illustrator, her life a whirlwind of deadlines and empty takeout boxes. But tonight, with the power flickering out from the storm, the house felt alive in a way it hadn't since she was a kid.

Iman's eyes widened at this new information. Dabir loves to read? She was the one who used to encourage him to read more, and sometimes she suggested herfavouritee books, but he never read them. "And this is my room..." Madiha was about to take Iman to her room when Zamin entered and called them for dinner. After dinner, everyone sat in the living room with cups of tea. Kashif and Kamraan discussed politics and business, in which Zamin also participated, sharing his opinion.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

The summer heat clung to the air like honey, thick and sweet, making every breath taste like sweat and temptation. The little suburb outside of Austin wasn’t exactly glamorous, but the evenings held a certain charm—crickets buzzing, porch lights glowing, the faint hum of a neighbor’s lawnmower finally shutting off for the day. I had moved here two months ago, still getting used to the quiet rhythm of cul-de-sac life. Thirty years old, finally done with the mess of downtown, I wanted space. But the quiet had its own kind of ache—loneliness stretched across wide front yards and long driveways.