Shrinking Stories Novels & Stories

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 .

What do you say? Even though I hate exercises, damn it's really exhausting. But it's a different thing that the whole day I sit here in the cafe and laugh, make weird expressions, sometimes talk in different voices or maybe embarrassing sounds I create. But it's a total fun not boring, and exhaustion is common in every work so it's your choice what you want to do, the thing which is boring and a kind of headache for you or the thing that makes you feel better, something amusing that you yearn to do. And I yearn to narrate the greatest story of that 'His.'

"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.

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.

Lyle's face twisted in horror as he watched Nath unbuttoned his trousers. “To be on the safe side….” Nath leaned over and snatched the phone from Lyle's weak grasp and quickly took a picture of his roommate's bare ass. He sent it to himself. He droped the phone and winked at Lyle. “A little assurance just in case you want to go broadcasting our little adventures.” “What adventure?” asked Lyle in a shaky voice. “This one,” said Nath, revealing his very long, very thick cock. “No!” “Yes, Lyle boy,” Nath said and moved closer. “I have to see how it feels. Is it as tight as a pussy? More enjoyable?”

Chapter 4 (Willow's POV) It wasn't anything like what I watched in the movies. All my life, I thought shifting was just like magic. That's what they made us believe but the pain is absolutely unbearable. Like my soul was ripped out of my body. But I still wasn't able to shift. Jordan looked down on me pathetically and after an ear full of my pleas, he gave me back the necklace. He left angry and I knew it. He is an ass but I felt like I failed him.

He just realized his weird thought and quickly brushed off the nonsense in his head. “You’re third-year students? Why are you taking a first-year course? You re-take the class?” “Um, yes. We re-take the class now. Our grades were not good back then, so we decided to re-take the class this year.” René finally nodded as he was quite satisfied with the shorter man’s answer. Yeah, the student was quite tall but was still shorter than him. The painter was like a giant with a height that was only ten centimeters away from two meters, after all.