Romans & histoires Shrinking Interactive Stories

I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

She started taking a cup from the coffee mug besides her, she huffed through her nostrils and looked at the two before her. “The book of Enoch is not one book but five books compiled into one book, so far I already have three of the books inside of me.” Shizuki said, carefully scrutinizing every reaction the two made and found herself to see them nod while signaling for her to continue with her tale. She shook her head, smiling at their preternatural behavior and how they easily accepted information thus far. If only they know what they were getting themselves into! She thought but didn't continue entertaining such an absurd line of thoughts.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

She was happy though because he had at least eaten a reasonable amount of food today and had been able to stay awake for the whole story. “...all the trucks and cars stopped fighting henceforth and Zoom town became a place of peace.” Shira ended the story with a flourish. Chuck grinned weakly. “Good job Chucky, you finished all the books I bought this week.” Shira said cheerfully. “I love how you give each character a different voice, it sounds so funny,” Chuck said with a faint chuckle then yawned. “Tired, Buddy?” “A bit. Could you read me another story?” He said although his eyes were already droopy.

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Let"s get you an ice pack at home. I'm kinda scared it might swell. How would you even explain that to your aunt?" "I can just say I was hit with a door. Don't worry about it." He smiled, then grabbed his bag as we walked to his house. As soon as we entered, Shiro greeted us by the door. She rubbed her tail around Crimson's leg first, then she did the same to me. "I missed you so much." I said as I crouched down and started petting her head. "It's kinda surprising how much she likes you." Crimson commented as he put his stuff down. "She completely ignores the princess whenever she comes here." He stopped, then sighed.

“I never thought you could be this vicious, Coco! How could you be so cruel to a pregnant woman?! If anything happens to the baby, there’s no future for us.” As I watched him walk away, I murmured softly, “Our future was shattered long ago." When I cleaned up the broken glass on the floor, the wound on my foot had already stopped bleeding. However, the wound in my heart was still raw and torn open. The suffocating heaviness in my chest made me contact several shareholders of the company. When they heard I was selling my 30% stake, they all showed an interest. I told them to bid, and the highest bidder would win.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for