Short Short Stories Novelas e Histórias

Another part — the dangerous part — wondered what would happen when he finally figured it out. Because there was no hiding it much longer. No turning back. Not anymore. End of story 1

His pants dropped, revealing black boxer briefs strained by the thick bulge of his erection. He was enormous, the outline pressing insistently against the fabric. My pulse thundered in my ears, a reluctant curiosity blooming despite the dread. What would it feel like to have that inside me, stretching me to my limits? Rafe hooked his thumbs in the waistband and shoved the briefs down, his cock springing free. It was thick, veined, at least nine inches long, the head flushed and glistening with pre-cum. He stroked himself once, slowly, his eyes darkening as he watched my reaction.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

My short hair felt sticky under the cap and I wiped sweat from my neck. A girl two seats over leaned toward me during the first icebreaker shout. “Hey new face, what's your name and one fun fact? I cleared my throat and dropped my voice low. “Alex. I like soccer and keeping shit low key.” She giggled. “Cool Alex you look like you could kick ass on the field. I’m Mia by the way. My fun fact is I can shotgun a beer in under ten seconds.” “Nice one Mia, maybe I will see you try that sometime,” I said, keeping it short but forcing a grin.

One unforgettable summer had taught us how to stay. Some love stories begin with sparks. Ours began with years of waiting, quiet persistence, and one extraordinary summer that changed everything. And this time, we knew we were exactly where we were meant to be. The End.

Sofia Reyes killed the engine of her rented Jeep outside the dusty warehouse on the edge of the port city, notebook crammed in her back pocket, camera slung across her chest. Six months chasing this story had taken her from quiet mountain roads to flashy nightclubs to lonely beach towns. Women vanishing. No bodies. No clear pattern at first. But the deeper she dug, the clearer it got and all of them had been restless, bored, aching for something sharper than their safe little lives.

Clara and her twin sister, Sara, stepped through the front door, clutching their suitcases. They had just returned home for their semester break after missing their mother’s sudden wedding due to final exams. The twin sisters moved in sync deeper into the house. They had the same long, wavy chestnut hair, bright hazel eyes, and slender yet curvaceous figures that turned heads everywhere they went. Both girls wore tight-fitting tops that hugged their full breasts and short skirts that showed off their smooth, toned legs.

💦The Kiss That Started It All💦 The off-campus house was loud with laughter and the clink of red Solo cups. It was a typical Friday night for our group of college friends. Eight of us squeezed into the living room, the lights dimmed, and music playing low in the background. We had just finished midterms, and the vibe was electric. I was sitting cross-legged on the floor in my cropped tank top and tiny denim shorts, my long legs on full display. My name is Zara, 20 years old, and I was the one who suggested Truth or Dare.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

That cheating couple, and that whole ridiculous family—I would never let any of them off the hook. …… After I got off the taxi and started crossing the street, a BMW suddenly ran the red light and sped straight toward me! I turned just in time to see danger rushing at me. My legs went weak, my soul almost flew out of my body. I really thought I was going to die right there! At the very last second, a strong, long-fingered hand grabbed my arm and yanked me back to the sidewalk. With a smooth, effortless turn, I crashed right into a man’s warm chest, my nose filling with the faint scent of cedar—clean and addictively pleasant.