روايات وقصص ضمن Short Stories Coming Of Age

They had wanted a boy, had planned for a boy, bought for a boy and what did they end up with? An embarrassment if their tales were to be believed. I had always been on the larger side, struggling to control my weight ever since I was a child. It was all too easy to steal into the packhouse kitchen in the dead of the night. The chef there took a liking to me, telling me her stories of a childhood abroad as I ate all the snacks and then some. I laughed along with her as she told me her life and imagined a world far away from the Hell I was living

I says as a tear slips down my face. "Alex, honey. I'm going to tell you a story. Okay?" She asks and I nod. She pulls me towards her and I lay my head on her lap like a little girl would with her mother. "I had just turned 16. I was walking home from school one day and I decided to take the shortcut home.The shortcut went through the forest and my parents told me never to go in there by myself. I didn't listen though. Something told me that I just had to take that route. As I was walking along the little path, something caught my eye. There was a boy. He was swimming in the lake. I had been watching him through the trees before he caught me. Elijah was very, very handsome for a boy of his a

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

Michael let out a slow, heavy breath into the steaming water, his jaw clenching tightly as the metal tips finally clicked against the first hard silver ball deep inside his shoulder. "But then, one fateful day, the young girl completely grew tired of always sitting alone in a chair and reading heavy books," I whispered, focusing all my energy on clamping the forceps around the slick bullet. "She had already read every single storybook in her bedroom a thousand times over all by herself. Now that she had finally turned eighteen years old, the young girl was starting to get far too curious about what a real, normal life would actually look like outside the gates. She didn't want to just read a

Him and his perverted mind. "Can we just watch a movie now?" "I have a better idea. How about I tell you stories from when I was a kid? I still have a couple of embarrassing moments to tell." he suggested. "I'm cool with that." I shrugged. I've always loved bedtime stories. When I was a kid bedtime stories are being read to me, as I've grown I am the one reading the stories myself. It has evolved from Three Little Pigs to Alice in Wonderland and to the magical world of Hogwarts.

I think that maybe this story will help you learn something about me and then you could tell me a story and I can learn about you. It was years ago when I was a much younger man. Some think that with age, men grow sexier and more confident. That scars bring wisdom and trauma brings perspective and there are times when I believe that may be true—but when I think of this story, and of the younger me, I remember a fit and hungry young man who didn’t know well enough to flinch. He was so open with his feelings and every plan he made had a short life span and he wore no worries around his neck.

he said suddenly, leaning forward, “why don’t you tell me about yourself? You seem like a bright young man.” I nodded politely, keeping my expression humble. “There’s not much to say. I didn’t grow up with much… I learned early how to survive. As an orphan who never knew his parents. I lived with my grandmother until she passed. After that, I was sent to an orphanage where… things weren’t easy.” I paused, letting my voice drop slightly. “At twelve, I was adopted. But it felt like jumping from the frying pan into the fire. I stayed with my adopted parents until I turned eighteen. That’s what shaped me into who I am today.”

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle