Shrinking Stories Novels & Stories

We need to talk. My stomach dropped.

"Sir ... Please allow your daughter some time to think things over. Maybe you should do too. Anyway, after a month or two, she may leave at her own will. This is just a search-in for the actual vocation." Mother Superior had some gentleness in her voice at the same time it demands respect and obedience. My dad left with his head bowed low, a sign of defeat. However, for me it was a success. Boy was I glad Mother Superior came around. Ohhh, so I am Destiny Valle, Des for short. I just graduated from highschool and came to this place right after graduation to my father's dismay instead of preparing for medical school. I have looked up to my dad since I was a kid. He was a hardworking man. From

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 .

(Author wanted to write a fantasy of abandoned souls and empty shells of hollow carcasses but the author is lost in a different world of his own thoughts and nightmares, he has a regret of being wrong at the edge of the clearest right opted path that he had pave for the truth and ended up with a lie of being good, but he is the worst of his own creation of any character and in every emotion that he felt but after the time has passed, he suffered like a shooting star and created a hinge in the depths of his stoned heart). That kid was still crying (I hate the screams that they make while crying, tears are acceptable) and a pack of wolves heard his little noises. I'm not cruel, I just enjoy th

"You think you're the one in control here?" Sloane didn't wait for an answer. She slid down the wall, dropping to her knees on the hard floor. She didn't care about the grit or the cold. She ripped Tatum’s shorts down, exposing the damp heat between her legs. Sloane dove in, her tongue lashing against Tatum’s clit with a fierce, rhythmic intensity.

The wet slapping sounds mixed with the whir of the treadmill. “Jax… it’s too much,” I moaned, legs shaking. “The risk… what if someone sees me like this?” “Then they’ll see what a desperate gym whore you’ve become,” he grunted, fucking me harder. The treadmill sped up slightly, forcing me to keep moving while he destroyed my pussy. “You love it. Your cunt is squeezing me so fucking tight.” I was losing control fast. The danger of other members arriving early, the humiliation of being fucked on the treadmill like this, and the deep, relentless thrusts pushed me right to the edge.

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.

I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned against the wall, my heart still pounding. I grabbed my phone and opened W******p. **Me:** Oh my god he just left! Some emergency at work. He’s gone for the day. The package is literally arriving in a few minutes. I can’t believe it. I deleted my account already though… fuck. **HotFantasy88:** Good timing, baby. Breathe. You’re safe now. When the package gets there, take it inside, relax and tell me everything. I’ve got you. Maybe we can figure out a way for you to keep going without the risk.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Raphael asked, smirking as well. But Shaine has a dark plan in her mind. She sat on her knees, held Raphael’s hard standing cock, and gently stroked it. Raphael groaned, he loved how soft her fingers were. “Fucking stroke me fast!” Raphael commanded, but Shaine only smirked and shook her head. “Tell me if you’re cumming already,” Shaine said otherwise. Her ten fingers were wrapped on Raphael’s shaft, and yet it seemed like it wasn’t enough to hold him in control. So Shaine had to suck the part of Raphael’s cock that couldn’t be wrapped by her fingers.