Novel & Cerita Short Stories For Adults

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He gestured toward the narrow aisle between fiction and children’s books. “Storage wasted on that back room. And don’t get me started on the courtyard out back. Prime square footage doing nothing but growing weeds.” Before she could fire back, the kids started filing in for storytime, backpacks thumping as they dropped onto the colorful rug. Elena shot him a warning look and moved to the front. She picked up *The Adventures of Benny the Bookworm*, her voice shifting into the warm, animated tone she used for the little ones.

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Ghosts were just stories people told to scare each other. I parked the car and sat there for a while, hands resting on the steering wheel. The silence outside felt thick. I finally took a deep breath, grabbed my two suitcases, and walked up to the grand front door. The key turned with a heavy click. Inside, the air was cool and still. Dust floated in the fading sunlight streaming through the tall windows. The grand foyer opened up to a sweeping staircase and rooms filled with antique furniture covered in white sheets. It was beautiful, but also a little lonely.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

Cliques had been established already and I couldn't break in . At first, the other kids weren't always mean . They didn't call me names . They didn't bully me . It all started to get worse in the month of November when Ms. Adams , my teacher asked us to write about our favorite thing in the world . I wrote my favorite thing to be the ability to see the midnight black sky with the shinny stars . It was a whole three page essay mixed with lots of emotions but the other kids considered it nonsense . While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me .

Now that I’m an adult, I don’t care about Santa, gifts, or Christmas. It’s just another day for me, nothing special. I pick up a few more groceries from a corner store and head back out. By now, the street is darker, the sky a deep purple behind the lit-up houses. Fireworks pop somewhere in the distance, little bursts of color reflecting off the snow. I quicken my pace, hurrying home. As I pass an apartment building, I see kids leaning out of a first-floor window, writing on small pieces of paper and stuffing them into socks.

Ah, the adult channels. I must admit I had always been curious about these. I lowered the volume so as not to wake Mark. I couldn't imagine how my husband would react if he were to walk into the room to find me watching p**n. On tv, a dark haired, big busted lady was bent over and being filled from behind by possibly the longest and thickest cock I had ever set eyes on. I couldn't stop staring at it! My husband had a big dick that I had always been crazy about but it paled in comparison to this.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.