Short Stories True Crime Novels & Stories

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

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.

“I knew that you were a greedy person but I didn’t know that you could take anyone’s life for your own concern! I will not let you live until I see you in the prison” “I didn’t kill him! it was just an accident” Keith started hesitating. “Stop lying you greedy man! You’re a thief and a murderer! All you love is money!” Henry accused. Keith slammed the door and went back in. “You didn’t go to work today? Asked his little daughter Victoria. “No.” “Why and who was on the door?” Martina came and sat beside Keith.

“Take your clothes off. No touching” He did,his shirt unbuttoned ,pants came unzipped, everything was kicked away, he became naked, already hard, and waiting. His cock thick and throbbing, the tip already leaking precum, he stood there, his eyes locked on hers, breathing heavy. She stepped closer, close enough that their bodies almost touched. Her nipples brushed his chest, his cock pressed against her stomach. She felt him twitch. “Truth or dare.” “Dare.” “Kiss me. No hands and touching

He either made up a new story for me to see, or he would change into a new story after I opened his safe like he expected last week. Either way, he is now forced to make a move, and moves leave traces. That’s where Adrian and his army of journalists come in -- they are the best detectives. They follow stories -- lies -- their whole life, and sometimes they have to deal with cases with much softer evidence than what the police get. We don’t need the police because we can’t prove any crime in Jack Fuller’s doing. But a dirty story about a local deep pocket? They can strip all his layers of cover like death ants.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

Mom got so upset that she had a stroke and was paralyzed. She was stuck in bed and needed help with everything. The woman who used to be so put-together and 'fair' was now living a terrible, messy life. The son she loved the most did not care about her at all. He took the last of her secret savings and disappeared into the night. No one knew where he went. Before he walked out the door, he did not even leave a drop of water for Mom. Eventually, it was the smell that got the landlord to call the cops.

[Here I was actually feeling sorry for you, but it turns out you were framing him the whole time! [You're the one who owes the loan sharks, yet you tried to pin it on him? Just wait until they come for your kidney.] Jocelyn and Sean had just gotten their crocodile tears ready when they saw the comments turn against them. They did not dare keep streaming and ended the livestream right away. That night, someone knocked on my hotel room door. I thought it was my food delivery, but when I opened the door, Ethan was standing right outside. I immediately tried to shut it, but Ethan pushed himself against the door and would not let me close it.

For the first time in weeks, he does not know whether the truth belongs on the page. Online, the narrative divides itself with brutal speed. Some people blame him. Julian Hart’s profile ruined an engagement. A journalist got too close to the subject. This is why access journalism is dangerous. Others romanticize it until the pain becomes unrecognizable. Imagine writing someone out of a fake life. He looked at Julian when he said yes, and I screamed. This is secretly the love story of the year.

I met Stephanie at a club a couple years ago. We were both drooling over the same hot guy we knew we didn’t really have a chance at. After Mr. Hot Guy left we started talking, gossiping really, about the girl he left with. She got pretty drunk. I don’t know why, but for some reason I would have felt terrible if I’d just left her at the club, she might have driven herself home- last thing I wanted was to read about a drunk driver hitting a tree and killing herself in the morning edition of the newspaper.