Short Stories In English Novels & Stories

Iman stuck her tongue out at him. *Flashback ends* Love teaches you many things, but separation turns you into a complete different person. The guy, who never had one sip of tea before, now his day doesn't start if he doesn't have a cup of tea. When the tea was ready, he pour it in three cups and went to living room. "Poor girl, I really feel bad for her. Her husband passed away in just one year of her marriage." When Dabir entered the lounge room, he heard Aima.

I do not tolerate tardiness. I closed the laptop and took in a shaky breath. My panties were incredibly soaked

Chapter 1 I stood there in the dark of my living room, my face pushed right up against the thin curtain, peering through the tiny gap in the blinds. The house next door, Watson’s place, had all the lights blazing, and every few minutes, loud bursts of laughter cut through the quiet night.

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“Truth Angela, what is your wildest fantasy, the one you think about when you are alone at night touching yourself and nobody else knows about it spill it all.” The words hung heavy in the room and everyone went completely still waiting for me to answer like they knew this was going to be the one that got me. My face went hot instantly and my heart started pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears because the fantasy flashed through my mind right then strong hands holding me down a guy taking exactly what he wanted while I pretended to fight it but secretly loving every second of being used like that. No fucking way was I saying that out loud in front of all of them.

I wished this conversation could go on and on because for the first time someone gave me attention but suddenly our English language teacher showed up from nowhere . After our last subject in class I went to the school library to do my homework before going home . I could feel the cold breeze touch my skin as it helped release stress when I stepped out of the school . Close to the food shop I ate at about a week ago , I heard my name being mentioned . It was Michael . He had a hop step kind of walk which helped him quickly catch up with me as he offered to walk me home The walk was simple and nice . We talked , laughed and even ended up not wanting to stop. I had now become his buddy, like

Anna's POV My chest heaves as I push the door of the hotel room and stride in. Being the mafia princess has it's good days and it's bad days, but today is an especially bad day, an enemy of my father's had attacked unexpectedly, making me run to this hotel with another enemy. “So many enemies” I huff as I peel the leather jacket off my burning hot body. In a rush, I go to stand in front of the air conditioner to cool myself, even though I know that the it cannot help the hotness I feel.

Chapter 2. It was almost midnight when Sierra realised that she had only written a total of 5 SENTENCES!! And about three of them were insults. She groaned and pushed her laptop away from herself “ugh this book hates me” Malachi noticed the look of frustration on her face and teased…”what’s wrong?” with a little giggle. “Oh shut up” she groaned…again, throwing a piece of crumpled paper across the room. It missed completely. “Oh I missed by a mile” she said to him sarcastically.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

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