Shrink Stories Novels & Stories

"Come on, Victoria. You guys are a family. You don't have to make things worse. You're a woman, so just give in. It doesn't help for you to be so headstrong." Jared interrupted him with a few coughs. "Right, Link. I was busy handling their matter and forgot about you." He got straight to the point. "Funny how the stipends keep shrinking while the funding stays the same. Care to explain that, since you're the one in charge?" "Well…" Hector tried to explain himself. However, Jared ignored him and carried on. "And another thing, Victoria voluntarily gave up her stipend to help cover the institute's day-to-day expenses. I've been watching the accounts, and that money still seems to be coming out

“Okay, dare. I dare you to do twenty push-ups right now while you describe your most embarrassing hookup failure in full detail. No skipping parts.” He grinned like he was enjoying this way too much. Jax dropped down to the floor in front of the couch, peeling his hoodie off in one smooth move so he was just in a tight white t-shirt that stretched across his chest and shoulders. The muscles in his arms flexed as he started the push-ups, smooth and controlled, sweatpants riding low on his hips. “Alright, embarrassing story time,” he said between reps, breathing steady. “Last semester I had this girl over after a game.

My fingers were cramping, my thesaurus was smoking, and I kept picturing my editor sending me an email with only one word: "Seriously?" I realized: I should just end it here, gloriously, before I completely lose my mind, break my keyboard, and start writing about the wallpaper pattern instead. Speaking of losing my mind... I pulled out my notes the other day. When I started outlining this story and figuring out the twists and turns, I came up with almost 60... maybe 50-something... different plot points and outlines just to keep the momentum going. Sixty! Fifty! I lost count! That's how dedicated I was to not making this story boring. That’s like a novella’s worth of rejected ideas!

"Back story" Isla Vance had always been the stronger sister. Her younger sister, Elara, was a beautiful, bright, but delicate soul, struggling since childhood with a rare, degenerative blood disease. Isla, working three jobs and putting her own future on hold, poured every cent and ounce of energy into Elara's care, fighting against hospital bills and worsening diagnoses.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Sebastian was calm instead when he heard Old Master Shaw spoke so logically. He waited for Old Master Shaw to finish. He then said with a flat tone, “Old Master Shaw, your granddaughter still has one more month to live. I advise you to find a new match for her as soon as possible within this month. Maybe there is still hope in this one month.” After a pause, he said bluntly again, “It is not a matter if you’ve gotten almost thirty media companies today, even if you’ve gotten more than a hundred media companies, I can bury these stories within a month.”

“You just want to protect your family! You think am going to hurt them don’t you?” “You said you wanted to be with Tulani, but he thinks your feelings for him are only because you misinterpreted things. He thinks you only like him because you are transferring your….” “Oh don’t start with that shrink nonsense with me,” Luyando interjected him. “I spent four years sitting in a Shrink’s office telling him lies and him buying into it like a fool, even coming up with interpretations that made him sound smarter when he knew nothing! “That stuff doesn’t work and I certainly won’t waste my time talking to some wanna-be doctor while Tula gets closer to that woman.”

Sir Dan laughed out so loudly that heads started to turn to our direction. "My bad! I meant more mature men." my voice squeaked an octave higher as I was trying to justify my choice of word. "As the saying goes, age doesn't matter," I said further. "True. It's the size that matters and performance," Sir Dan added. "Sir Dan!" I gave him a meaningful look as his green mind was coming to the surface. "By the way, can I have your Instapix account, Des?" Mr. Dalton asked me. "Sure!" I passed him my phone to get my QR code scanned.

I wrote this down in my notepad . I quickly got up and turned my head hearing voices behind me . " Did you think you could run , I love to play hide and seek . Would you like to see what I do to them after finding them ? I punish them just like I'm about to do ." He spat out . Please leave me I'm begging you just kill me , death would be better than a life like this . " SHUT UP " He shouted . "Guys lock her up ." He said to his subordinate ." No, please leave me , don't do this , I'm begging you , leave me ! " I shouted with all my might but to blocked ears . I'll never be strong please leave me. I shouted as I exited the room . How I wish I could have amnesia. That way I would be able to e