Short Stories With 100 Words Novels & Stories

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.

I begged, my voice raw and broken as I rubbed myself faster. “I need your cock inside me right now. Stretch this tight cunt open and fill me up with your cum. I’ll be your good little slut, I’ll swallow every drop later, just please shove it in me. I’m begging you. I can’t take it anymore. I’m so close but I need your cock to make me cum.” I said, without even knowing. Where the fuck did I learn those words? He groaned loud and pulled his fingers out of me with a wet pop, leaving me empty and aching, my pussy clenching on nothing.

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

I open the document. The word count at the bottom of the screen says 50,100 words. I stare at it. I am a person who has written fifty thousand one hundred words. I am a person who has written fifty thousand one hundred words while also being a person who got hit by a truck, and who fell in love with the man who saved her, and who is on TikTok, and who is on the news, and who just signed a piece of paper in an HR office with a man she is in love with.

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

They all gave them gifts and all seated to have a chat like old times. "Mamu (maternal uncle) please tell us a story, like old times," Aashi said with puppy dog eyes "yes papa tell us na we all want to hear something," Manasvi said "ohk fine," Her father said and tap his chin like he is thinking something "hmm I got a perfect story, let's start children, this story will change your views and don't repeat the things they did." her father said