Short Novels Novels & Stories

Mom said, "Oh, it didn't come off? Sorry, I'm getting old and weak. I'll make another cut right now." Mom aimed at the wound and struck several more times. She had never cooked, so she didn't know how to chop bones. After a few swings, she failed to sever the lower leg and only left several new gashes. Grayson watched helplessly as Mom raised and dropped the blade, adding fresh wounds to his body. The pain was so intense that his eyes turned bloodshot, the ruptured capillaries spreading across his eyeballs until they became a vivid, horrifying crimson. He cursed loudly, "You bitch! Kill me if you have the guts!"

And remember, beneath the fiery heat of desire, there beats a heart that craves love, understanding, and connection. Thank you for joining me on this journey. I can't wait for you to experience the magic of the Spicy One-Shot Collection. With love and passion, Unusualdee Passion Pages “Passion Pages isn't just any reflection journal; it’s a powerful tool for those who wish to accept their sensuality.” — Unusualdee. After diving into this collection of short erotic stories, you absolutely need to grab the reflection journal designed to process all those swirling emotions and tantalizing thoughts that spring up while reading!

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.”

We lay there in the dark, the city lights flickering in the distance. "I love you guys," she whispered, her voice barely a thread. "We love you, Gabriella," Arden said. "Always," Brent added. I just pulled her closer, claiming her lips fiercely, my heart beating in time with hers. The war was over. The game was won. And the prize was the only thing that ever mattered. Her. She would be ours forever. Ours to break, to fuck, to tame, to ruin. Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

“Eat up before the food gets cold.” “Thud!” Susan slammed her utensil down, her chest heaving. “We are a table of twelve, and this is what you get us?” One family member uttered, “Macie, surely, this is a mistake. This isn’t quite the New Year’s Eve spread we usually have. In previous years, the family would have a feast with plenty of the finest seafood. This year, the table looked barren, set with only a small buffet. The only thing remotely close to a shellfish blowout was a measly shrimp cocktail.

Chapter 1 I pulled up to the apartment building late that night, rain pouring down hard. My shirt was soaked from the ride, sticking to my chest and abs. The order was for apartment 4B – late-night burgers and fries. I grabbed the bag and jogged up the stairs, water dripping from my hair. When the door opened, he stood there in just loose shorts and a thin tank top. Cute face, slim body, eyes that went wide when he saw me. He looked me up and down, lingering on my wet shirt and the way my shorts clung to my thighs.

Trevor's POV Every time Lena walked past me, it felt like all the air had been knocked out of my lungs. She had the sluttiest curves to ever exist, like she was technically drawn out of a fucking manga. Her face, however, was the most innocent thing in the world. She had big, round brown eyes that thinned slightly when she smiled and her voice was the most seductive thing I've ever heard in my life. I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.