Short Novels Online Novels & Stories

Oswan asked. “In what are you interested?” Ortaul said. “I'm interest in anything new in the world, so nothing in particular.” “Listen then, my boy. Creates have appeared from out of nowhere.” “Creatures, you say, what kind?” “The worst, I say! Their teeth are sharp as swords; their eyes are red as blood.” “We saw them.” “Where did you?” “Not much down the road, near the miller.” “Great, finally, we can kill them.”

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

I clear my throat and quickly introduce myself before the handsome human before me would deem me mad and slam his door on me. “Uhm…hi. The name’s Devina and I’m sorry to intrude but I was on my way to my Nana’s when the rain suddenly started and then I saw the light come on in your place…so I thought instead of freezing in my car that you could let me stay just until the rain stops. I promise not to be a bother please”

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

Short Story's Blurb: Gayle's world shatters when her mate, Alpha Miles, chooses his childhood friend, Nichole, to spend the night before their wedding. When Nichole boldly asks if Miles would make her his Luna instead of Gayle, his response cuts deep: "I would."

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

Chapter 1 – You’re Trouble, Aren’t You? It was one of those Chicago nights where the air smelled like rain and bad decisions. The streets shimmered under the streetlights, wet with the earlier drizzle, and the whole city buzzed like it knew something dirty was about to happen.

My eyes keep wandering across his long legs, to his knees, and start it his perfect thighs… ‘Oh, god…’ My eyes pop out as I trace upward, far off to a place I shouldn’t dare to peep out. He’s wearing sportswear, those light, see-through fabrics straight out of hell. The shorts loosely push up the length of his hairy thighs, teasing my mind and anyone who dares to look. Still, my hungry eyes crawl upward… Up… Up… I hunt for… My phone buzzes, shaking me out of my madness. I look down to see it’s a text from Bella. I inhale for a short moment, putting my thoughts together before reading through.

SOPHIA'S POV The old mansion loomed at the end of the overgrown driveway like something out of a nightmare. Being fresh out of high school, this stupid dare had sounded fun especially after we had been sitting around Nicole’s basement drinking cheap vodka. Now, walking up the bushy path with only our phone flashlights lighting up the way, it felt like a horrible one. “Guys, seriously… this place looks condemned. Can we please go get tacos instead?” I called out, wrapping my hands around myself.

And most importantly, they would find the person together. That afternoon, Mark’s laptop was open between them on the couch. The website they found was sleek and anonymous, catering specifically to couples seeking a third. The air was thick with a strange, new kind of intimacy as they scrolled through the profiles together. Some were crass, just close-up pictures of genitals and blunt, misspelled messages. Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge.