Short Stories Essay Novels & Stories

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Leila’s POV I stormed down the hallway with my blood boiling. I knew that essay was perfect. I poured so much effort into it just to get a C minus from Professor Hanson, like it was trash. I knew there was no way I was going to let all of that slide. I felt it was my best work—It had the perfect diction and even references. I wish it was just a C minus, but a C minus with a bland comment of saying my essay “lacks depth”?

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, and words began to spill — not for an assignment, not for a grade, just for me. We chase stories because we want to make sense of the world. But sometimes, the story finds us first. And sometimes, it’s not about winning or breaking news — it’s about the people who teach us to stand when everything falls apart. I hit send — my last article for the student paper. My last story from this chapter of my life. Outside, the city lights glowed softly against the dark. For once, the future didn’t feel terrifying. Just unwritten.