Novel & Cerita Short Stories To Read

Before there were doors between worlds, there were stories. They whispered from hearth to hearth and ship to ship— of wolves that ran like midnight wind, of foxes with nine tails and nine more tricks beyond that, of fae who looked like carved moonlight and smiled like knives. Humans loved those stories—as long as they stayed in books and bedtime. The moment a story breathed, the moment a pair of eyes glinted from a tree line or a shadow stepped out of the corner of a room, humans did what humans do best when they’re afraid.

I inquired. Rolling her eyes she quickly ran back up the stairs and returned after a few seconds. “Now can you read me a story?” “Oh, I don’t know Angela” I say, glancing at my watch. “It’s pretty late.” She gave me a sad stare. “Fine, fine.” I say laughing. “But it had better be quick.” “Okay, i’ll go choose a book” she says, running off.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”

He could’ve stayed at his office for overtime. She finally asked him tonight but he didn’t bother answering her. Rolling her eyes at him and turning away, she opened an app on her phone to read. She finds reading stories is less boring than reference books. She only likes short ones, though. She doesn’t have the patience to read full-length novels. Not even a novella. She wants to finish reading a story within an hour. Melissa laid on the couch, with him in her view and her body on display for him. She smirked as a naughty plan occurred to him. Well, there were some bed scenes on the story she’s reading and they’re quite descriptive of what’s going on between the characters.

He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just d

I'm so glad to see you again, dear reader... Today, I'm sharing a few stories from my more inactive friends. Well, maybe we're all just too busy these days to visit each other so I won't complain. They are a bit light, not as scary. But then again, I may be wrong... This time, there are three stories all in all! What a treat! I hope you enjoy them! And remember, not all of the stories I tell you are true.

Poor Belinda! TO BE CONTINUED...

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”

Cora’s POV. It's been just three hours since my parents left the house and I was already spiraling with different thoughts. Ace was seated on a couch across from me, his eyes focused on his laptop while I struggled to focus on the book I was reading. Not to mention the fact that it was an erotic book. One that was specifically a forbidden romance, just like my predicament. Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses.