Short Novels Novels & Stories

She likes it when he is rough on her. Rome's gaze was drawn to her clothes when their lips separated again. He yanked her clothing down quickly, although it was clear that he was trying hard not to rip it. Rome was impatient, so she anticipated him to ruin her clothes, as he always did when they made love. Fortunately, Rome appeared to have known she had no spare garments in case he wrecked her clothes. After removing her garments, Rome claimed her lips again while his two palms fondled her breasts. Then Rome kissed her on the neck from her lips. He kissed, lapped, and sucked every part of her neck that would leave a mark, and Channy's breathing sped when Rome's fingers began to play with he

This is the first bookstore I have been to, the books before were for learning, not stories. "Okay, how about telling me some books you have read and if you enjoyed them?" He looks at me waiting. "Yeah, see I haven't read stories. I read books that are to help you learn but never read purely for pleasure." "Okay, I have a few suggestions, follow me." He walks through and I follow, not missing Troy's eyes on me, while he has his phone in his hand. "Here, so, these are small books. Each one has short stories in, between one thousand and ten thousand words each story. Based on a specific genre." I watch as he picks up three and holds them out.

Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

"Give me a second," Ruth-Ann gasped, jumping up like she'd been burned. She stumbled toward the door, her legs shaking so hard she nearly fell. She yanked it open to see a tall, blonde boy standing there. He was wearing a pastel polo shirt with the collar popped and khaki shorts that looked freshly pressed. He was currently running a comb through his perfectly styled hair, looking like he belonged somewhere far more expensive than her front porch. "Babe, I've been texting you all evening. Sup?"

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

The way his eyes lingered on my legs when I came down for coffee in my tiny sleep shorts. The way he said my name, his scent; he smelled of sawdust, sweet and somehow masculine—when he passed me in the hallway. I shouldn’t have been thinking about him like this. But God, I was. My hand slid down my stomach, fingertips brushing the soft skin just above my mound. I was already wet, I could feel the slick heat between my thighs even before I touched myself. With a slow breath, I parted my legs a little wider, the cool breeze kissing my exposed pussy. My fingers dipped lower, gliding over my swollen lips, parting them gently.

I yelped, then pushed back into his hand, whimpering like an animal. “You’ve been teasing me for years,” he growled, spanking me again, then again. “Walking around this apartment in those tiny sleep shorts that barely cover your ass. Bending over to pick things up just to make my dick twitch. Calling me Mr. Cole like it was innocent while you soaked your panties every single time.” Another hard spank. My ass was burning deliciously now. I knew it would be red and marked tomorrow.

Shit. That felt nice.My back arched, following his mouth.“Desperate little slut.” His tongue swirled around the bud, making me moan. “Is that what you wanted?”“Yes.” I groaned when the sharp end of his tongue flicked against my hard skin. New feelings filled my mind, and fireworks of sensations exploded behind my eyelids. My skin was burning and only he could put it out.“Yes, what?” His teeth grazed my nipple, making me go insane.“Yes, sir.” Just as the words left my mouth, I felt him sucking my nub. I meowed and raised my chest, my head growing hazy from the sensation.His lips left my breast. “Open,” he commanded, and I obeyed, opening my mouth wide so he could put his fingers in there.Only

I left the apartment, pulled the door closed behind me, and walked out into the gray morning light. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. It was over. And for the first time in a long time, I felt completely, perfectly free. End of story 2

“I can see you a lot better this way. So, why can’t you sleep?” I positioned my phone on the stand near my lamp, holding myself on my side. “I hate storms like this. Always have.” Just as I said that, a crack of lightning shot blue across my window, making me squeal. “Sorry. Storms make me jumpy. I’m not used to being alone like this during one.” “I’m sure. You can talk to me for as long as you’d like. I’m just up preparing for a case.” “Oh? Well, get some rest. I won’t disturb you.”