Short Stories Sad Novels & Stories

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.

BEFORE YOU READ Some debts can’t be paid with money. This story features a possessive anti-hero, kidnapping, and gun play. It blurs the lines between fear and arousal. If you enjoy dangerous men who take exactly what they want, welcome to Roman’s world. (***) Mia "Open the door, you fucking asshole! Let me out!" I screamed, pounding the solid wood until my knuckles burned. The silence on the other side was absolute, dense. Defeated by exhaustion, I stepped away from the entrance, running my fingers through my messy hair in frustration.

"Didn't mean to unload. Just... It's been a while since I talked about it." My heart twists. Here is this powerful man, opening up to me. "No, it's okay. I get how sad and lonely it can feel. College is supposed to be this big adventure for me, but sometimes, most times, I feel… lonely. So I think I understand in a way how it feels to be lonely. But trust me, it will get better."

Sarah’s Point of view: It's a gloomy day and I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. The stormy skies outside perfectly mirrored my somber mood. I didn't feel like getting out of bed, and the thought of facing the day ahead felt overwhelming. As I lay there, tears began to well up in my eyes. Today was my parents' death anniversary, a painful reminder of the loved ones I've lost. It's been three long years since I last heard their laughter, since I last played chess with my dad. The memories still feel like a fresh wound.

A wave of worry washed over me—what could have possibly happened to them? What sad news awaited me? I was already broken. What I was about to hear next would leave me crushed and devastated! Mrs. Stein, my secretary, had to give me the heartbreaking news. A tragic car accident had taken away my dear friends, leaving behind a child who now faced an uncertain future. Upon hearing this devastating news, I felt haunted by those words, unable to escape their impact, which weighed heavily on my heart.

She paused. Inhaling a soft breath, Crystal nodded. "Yes, sometimes literally the death of our heart occurs, but it's for a limited time. Our hearts don't stop beating even for a second. If it stopped beating, we'll be expired. When people feel sad, they'll be immersed in the word 'sad.' If we want to overcome it, all we have to do is to forget the words which make us sad, which makes us think."

This park, once a sanctuary of laughter and love, now seemed to echo with fading whispers of a distant past. It had been five years since Sarah had experienced true happiness, five years since she had felt the warmth of a loving embrace. Her world had turned gray the day her husband, Daniel, had passed away, leaving her to navigate the depths of grief alone. Since then, she had been caught in a perpetual cycle of sadness and isolation, the echoes of love growing fainter with each passing day.

Black's POV I finally got home after a long day. As usual, our house was empty. Everything's been so lively lately that everytime I come home, I feel a little lonely. I sighed and immediately lied down as soon as I got into my room. I closed my eyes, but I didn't sleep. I just didn't want to see everything so colorless. I didn't used to mind how colorless everything was. I just let the days pass while I slowly withered away. I never thought the day would come when I'd feel so hopeless again.

He can't believe that girl with her small mouth, she get easily attached to people. Hajiya Kaltumi, Hajiya Kande and Deedee greated them once again before Tehzeeb lead Deedee to her room with clingy Nawal by her side. They both were mute for a while because they don't know what to say until Hadiza Ladan decided to speak up"am sorry for your lost dear. I know how it feels because if I said I don't then I lied. I practically undergo this phase on December 2012 when I lost my own father but my dear it wasn't easy. But have trust in your Allah and believe me you will get there, even though at times you will cry when you remember him and the things that are happening. Am sorry once again" Hadiza

[ I am listening to Only Love by Jordan Smith. " I know that and my remains as The Ceo's Woman by The Blips. " " Hm, I hope that we too can become famous and popular for our Talents one day. " " Of course we will! After all, we are hard-working and devoted to what we are doing, or have you forgotten about the Quote which says that each of us in this world is meant to leave our Marks on history. " " Yes, I remember that but I don't think everyone does, remember the young fifteen-year-old girl who died from Sickle cell in the Novel, The Better Place? "