Romans & histoires Short Poetry Books

“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”

Amelia The hallway of the Literature department was plunged in that reverential silence that only exists in universities after six in the evening. My shoes clicked against the marble floor, a rhythmic and lonely sound that gave away my nervousness, even though I tried to convince myself that what I felt was indignation.

He returned his attention to the bookshelf at the rear of his office, the one he’d been browsing when he’d first heard the strange sounds outside, only being made by the cats, after all. The top shelf held purely “literary works.” Poetry collections of Blake, Yeats, Robert Frost, and Shakespeare. Prose collections of Zora Neal Hurston, Hemingway, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Flannery O’Connor, and folktales collected by the Brothers Grimm. Novels, from The Man in the Iron Mask to Madame Bovary, to Villette and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, to A Passage to India by E. M. Forster.

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.

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For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Ava's POV “Why did you stop?” I cried out in confusion and desperation but all I was met with was silence as I heard his footsteps moving farther from me. “Davin?” “Be patient, kitten.” I heard him say even though he sounded far away. “What's the fun without edging?” I was trembling so bad that all I could do was lean down so that my head was touching the ground. I was a huge fan of edging and teasing, but right now all I wanted was his big cock in my pussy. Desperately.

Lila’s POV I never expected my life to change in a dark parking garage under a fancy hotel. My name is Lila. Twenty-six years old. I worked as a bartender at one of the busiest rooftop bars in downtown Los Angeles. The tips were good, but the hours were long and the men who hit on me were usually drunk and handsy. I kept my head down, did my job, and dreamed about saving enough to open my own small café someday. That night the bar hosted a private event for some big tech conference. The place was packed with rich guys in expensive suits. I poured drinks fast, smiled when I had to, and tried to ignore the way some of them stared at my tight black uniform top and short skirt.

are all of those boxes full of your course books? Wow! Looks like you’re really into making the most of this opportunity. But it’s great... in today’s world, it’s... huh, wait a minute... is this... this can’t be your course material. It’s... a... sex manual... um... more like a masturbation guide... holy shhh... really? Oh no, no. Don’t look so alarmed. I wasn’t really expecting this... but I don’t mind at all. In fact, I encourage it.

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”