Novel & Cerita Short Novels To Read

Chapter One: Soft Moans The bonfire had died down to glowing embers by ten-thirty. The kids, eighty-something tenth- and eleventh-graders from Elites High, were finally zipped into their sleeping bags inside the cluster of army tents we’d pitched along the clearing. Ghost stories had turned to giggles, then yawns, then silence. Díckson and I had done the last sweep together: flashlights sweeping across canvas walls, counting heads, making sure no one had snuck off to smoke or worse.

The book is a mini short novel with just 70 chapters but yeah, it was worth reading. [ Curious about the book Stella read? , Check out my book Titled, A CRUSH on Good novel, it has only seven chapters currently so..., * Wink * ] As I finished reading, I didn't feel bored again, I now felt better. Soon, A song titled only love By Jordan Smith Started playing. How many more are we gonna take? How many nights do we have to lie awake? How many tears are we gonna cry? We can wish until the well runs dry?

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

I was definitely putting the cart before the horse. As soon as I dropped Charlie off at Middle School Wednesday morning I headed home. My heart was already beating a little faster thinking about lunchtime. Sandy was coming over! I'll admit I didn't get a lot done on what I was working on, although it was definitely better than that horrid manual had been. This was an anthology of short stories from an independent publishing house that I'd worked for before, with all the authors under twenty-four years old. The clock seemingly was moving at a glacial pace, but eventually my phone chimed.

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.”

Easy access. The whole Uber ride to the coffee shop, I kept my thighs pressed together, acutely aware of how wet I was, how exposed I felt. Every bump in the road made the friction unbearable. I wanted to slide my hand between my legs and finish what I'd started last night, but I didn't. He'd told me not to come. So I wouldn't. Good little slut. Following Daddy's orders. I arrived at Brew Haven ten minutes early and ordered a latte I didn't want, just to have something to do with my hands. The coffee shop was busy—businesspeople on laptops, students studying, couples on dates. Normal people doing normal things.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

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.

Lila’s POV I waited until my shift ended the next night before I texted Lucas. My fingers shook as I typed the simple message. “It is Lila.” His reply came in seconds. “My driver will pick you up at 11. Wear something easy to remove.” My stomach flipped. I finished my shift in a haze, tips forgotten. At home I showered, shaved everything smooth, and slipped on a simple black dress that hugged my breasts and barely covered my ass. No bra. No panties. The cool night air brushed my bare pussy as I waited outside my apartment.

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”