Short Stories With 100 Words Novels & Stories

You already know I’m not one for flash fiction, so you can picture how hard it was for me to come up with those hundred words Isaac had asked. I mean, I wanted them to be special and meaningful, but I couldn’t let my feelings show. They had to make a difference, add to the story he wanted to tell, even if it was to contradict him. Wait. That was something I was actually good at.

“Hold on, I need to find a suitable angle.” Peter chuckled. “Okay, since it will just take a few minutes.” A few minutes were nothing. Even if Thomas was given a few hours, he would not be able to complete the task. Look at how long a person needs to read a book that contains one million words? One hundred million words means one hundred books that contain one million words! We are talking about one hundred books! That was like finding a wrong word from one hundred books that contained one hundred million words in ten minutes.

I once thought that it would be quite impossible for me to write up to 50,000 words. After all, this is my first story. But here we are! I'm just really happy that the book got this far. And hopefully, it will be completed soon. Wish me luck! Thank you to everyone who read and supported the story! Shout out to Onyx Hikari, Dolly Clavel, Silvia Cisneros, Nash Husinhasan, and visitor6317 for supporting and commenting! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Since I didn’t own much, it didn’t take long. Then, I noticed something tucked beneath the bed. A navy blue journal. It was mine. Flipping it open, my eyes landed on memories I couldn’t recall but had once written. "Day one of our marriage. Shawn didn’t come home." "He said I was manipulative. That I drugged him to marry me. But I don’t even remember that night." "Attempt 1: He said even if I died in front of him, he wouldn’t flinch." "Attempt 100: If he still doesn’t care, and my parents still don’t love me, then maybe I’ll stop trying since no one in this world sees me."

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Chapter 3 Nora’s pov The teasing gets meaner the second Hale says the word contractions, because Jake hears it and adds a third finger without asking, shoving it in beside the other two until my dripping cunt has to stretch around three thick knuckles at once, the wet sound loud in my own ears even if the hall noise covers it, and I have to brace both hands on the desk in front of me so I do not moan loud enough for the rows ahead to hear, arms locked, nails biting the wood, thighs shaking around his wrist while his cock stays trapped under my ass, hard and hot and twitching every time my cunt grabs his fingers.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

Lucian’s deep voice rumbled against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I… I should get ready for work,” I whispered, even though my body was already responding to his closeness, my pussy growing wet again despite how thoroughly he’d used me last night. Lucian chuckled darkly and rolled me onto my back, pinning me beneath him. His gray eyes burned into mine as he spoke. “There are new rules for the weekend. Rule one: no clothes. You stay naked at all times while you’re in my penthouse. Rule two: no phone. I have it locked away. Rule three: total obedience. You do exactly what I say, when I say it. Understand?”

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 .

The moon's faint glow passed through them, coloring them white from grey. The cool monsoon air carried a sweet moist scent like a candy shop kept inside a refrigerator. The pattering of the rain, which was now deaf to ears, was interrupted time by time during the night. Once a car passed by. Stray dogs began barking, while the deafening music from the car echoed around the street. The car soon disappeared and the dogs stopped barking satisfied that they had scared the car away. Later, a taxi came down the road and parked. A bunch of young kids came out laughing emphatically. The taxi drove away but the children stood at the corner of the lane, yet laughing vigorously. A man screeched out fro