Short Story And Novels & Stories

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

I suddenly started to feel nervous. "Hi Amarachi, I'm your literature teacher. My name is Miss Ada. Welcome to Crownstar highschool." I smiled at her. "So who doesn't have a seat partner? A girl raised her hands and Miss Ada asked me to seat with her. She started teaching and that was when I remembered that I didn't collect the pen my mum bought. I didn't want to ask anyone for a spare pen but then it was my first day at school and I did not want to start skipping notes. I asked the guy at my front for a spare pen but he didn't have any one. The girl beside him smiled and gave me a pen, I thanked her and started writing.

We went inside the massive room, and she showed me all of her collections before she speaks. "The world is like a huge library that is filled with books. It’s a book that contains everyone's story. Everyone has their story written somewhere in the library. It can be a book of love between two lovers from a distance, an inspirational story of a family, a story of an unbreakable friendship, or the story of a war against long-time enemies. Our stories don't always have a happy endings. Some ends in tragedy and others end with a twist and unexpected turn of events. No matter what is written in our final chapter, it always ends up with a lesson.

Kaia looked at his disappearing figure from afar, then suddenly she thought of something, so she grabbed her pen and a paper. “Grandma! I just wrote a short story!” she said when she got home from school, flinging her paper in the air. She gave it to her grandma and let her read it first waiting for her reaction, “congrats Kaia, you did a good job!” her grandma said with a cough and that made her worried.

The flames of passion consumed them entirely. Joshua gripped her legs and drew her closer to him, his masculinity infiltrating her femininity even further. Danica's body shook with each thrust from Joshua. She couldn't stop crying since the pleasure was so intense for her. His every thrust was harsh, but she enjoyed it. Every thrust convinced her she was the only one and no one else mattered. He will never grow tired of loving her, no matter how many years pass.

That was all he said as he took his briefcase and made his way out of the house while I watched him leave helplessly. “I could be good for you.” I whispered in frustration and stomped my feet before clearing the table and dumping them in the sink. I spent the rest of the day as usual, stealing Nick's shirt and hiding it in my room so that I could fuck myself to it at night. When 6 PM struck, I got a text from Mom with a message that had me sighing in despair. Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.”

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“I am in pain. He is too much. I am scared he will break me.” The woman reached out and took my hand, squeezing it. “We know it is hard. But you are the only one who has lasted this long with him. Most girls break after the first hour. You are special. Strong. We will add five thousand dollars to your payment. Seventy-five thousand total. Cash. Just stay until tomorrow night. Satisfy him one more time so he fights again. That is all we ask.”

" Alexa yawns. (Cooyright:The short story isn't mine. Copied it from a bedstories website. Please rate and comment.love yal.ADIOS.)

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.