Short Novels Novels & Stories

Then, however, it became a trend. Young ladies aged from eighteen to twenty-five loves pocket novels these days. Short stories that contain thirty to fifty thousand word counts are the best selling with other publishing companies, so we followed the trend. The criteria that we were looking for were standalone and not serializing novels. However, this is a pain in my butt because I will decide which books will be published or not. They threw all the final decisions to me, and my subordinates kept filing up my work, especially Jericho. He jerk gave me twenty-nine books to reconsider. Takeshi also gave me another fifteen books to review. The other two idiots hadn't passed me anything yet, so I

Lila stood completely naked in the middle of the small beach hut, her wet dress lying in a puddle at her feet. The lantern light flickered across her bare skin, highlighting the full curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the smooth skin between her thighs. She felt exposed in a way she had never experienced before. Two strange men were staring at her openly, their eyes dark with hunger, and the storm outside continued to rage, thunder shaking the wooden walls.

More, and more. End of Book 1

Coming soon! A short erotic novella I have been working on, and it is almost done. Would you be interested to read it? M-M-F-M, Erotica, Forbidden, I***a-Love...the rest you will find out on your own Another new story snippet in the next chapter... It is a romance book! Ding! Ding! Ding! “Alright ladies! It is past 10 O’clock now. You should be all in your rooms!” “Martha, I am looking at you! Scurry off to your rooms! It is now bedtime.”

"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

Cora’s POV. “SMACK!” My skin sizzled from the impact of Ace's spank. I couldn't hold back the helpless moan escaping my lips. His palm grabbed onto the seam of my bum shorts, and he pulled it really hard, letting the fabric sit tightly between my folds. It felt so teasing, so hot, and my clit throbbed in response to the friction. “The way those pretty pink lips of yours fall out of your shorts is quite the sight. I wonder what they'll look like by the time I'm done fucking you,” he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

It wasn’t. Mia and Harper had been best friends since middle school—eighteen now, both seniors, both counting down the days until graduation. They’d slept over at each other’s houses a hundred times: giggling under covers, sharing secrets, painting nails, scrolling TikTok until their eyes burned. But tonight felt different. The air between them had been charged since Harper arrived at 7 p.m., wearing tiny sleep shorts and a cropped tank that showed the underside of her breasts every time she stretched. They were the last two awake. Everyone else—Harper’s little brother, the cousins who’d crashed for the weekend—had passed out. The room smelled faintly of popcorn, vanilla body spray, and the

You’re here to work. Inside the lighthouse the air smelled like coffee and woodsmoke and salt. He showed her the guest room — small, clean, a narrow bed with a window facing the open water. A shelf of books above it. She noticed that. Real books. Varied. Not what she expected from a man who’d chosen this kind of solitude. He told her the basic rules. Short sentences. No wasted words. She asked questions anyway, recorder ready in her hand. “Not yet,” he said when she lifted it.

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"