Short Story Lovers Novels & Stories

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Every page after that was filled with their so-called "love story." "April 7th, sunny. Ruth and I argued again over work. I'm so tired. It's only when I'm with Reagan that I feel truly at peace. She's like the sun that is bright enough to drive away all my shadows." "August 15th, rainy. Reagan said she liked that limited-edition bag. I secretly bought it for her. Seeing her surprise and joy made everything worth it. Ruth never smiles over little things like that. She's so dull."

The message read, “How’s hope? I bet you didn't see me today. Don't blame me, I was caught up with work. I'll make out time for us to meet. How about a coffee at the Louis coffee shop tomorrow by 5:30 pm? Don't be late. I love you, Elena.” I was thrown into a state of confusion. Who was this anonymous? How does he know my baby's name? I couldn't get the answers I was searching for. All I had to do was close my eyes, try to push the thoughts aside and wait for the next day.

I made sure that fucker got the lesson he deserved and boy! Did he not take it well when I made sure his company got shut down, don’t ask me how I did that but I know people who can, people who won’t hesitate to make my every wish come true. Anyway, once I left the publishing company, in a day or two, can’t remember which one, I joined a global marketing company, actually the number one global marketing company in town. Not to brag but I am the chief executive manager of this company. I got promoted a week after I joined the company. Money had never been a problem for me but love has always been.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

Greg and Amelia both confessed their love for each other and started a relationship. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Fantasies”

Kain whispers into my ear, his breathing heavy as he holds back his wants and desires while my body gets used to being invaded like this. Nodding hazily, I mumble an almost incoherent, “I love you, Kain.” “I love you too, Liam.” Kain’s gentle confession, followed by a passionate but tender kiss, has me lost completely in the moment's bliss. Even the pain from this being my first time pales compared to the joy I feel from finally being claimed by my lover.

‘My Lover’, the title read. And there was no author’s name. The story went as follows: - Once upon a time, there lived two lovers. Their names were Mark and Wendy. They had been together for seven years and were high school sweethearts. Mark was the sweetest guy that Wendy could ever ask for. He had a nice personality, he had a stable, good-paying job, and they also lived together in an apartment, contributing to the costs equally. Wendy was also living her best life with a loving boyfriend and the career of her dreams.

, Alex said and Alina on his lap. " But dada!! Fairy tales have a happy ending and it made us happy ", Alina asked. " We can also have a happy ending, what we needed is just courage, love, determination ", Anjali said. " Let me tell you your daddy and mommy's love story ", Alex proposed. " Alex... They are small..... ", Anjali asked while blushing. " I know but they are smart enough to understand our love story b", Alex grinned. " Mom!! My hand is aching ", Hercules came to the side of the room with their hand which is aching badly.

I understand. "The one you wrote is called Love Story. Why did I say that it's a love story? It's because it didn't have any happy ending. Love Story is a Subgenre of Romance. It's a kind of genre with a different story point and goal to achieve something love is at stake, then it has a cruel ending at the end. Love Story shows the couple's growth and challenges in their life, which complicating with affairs." He explains, and then he sits down while staring at me. I nod at him, and it's my loss.