Six Stories Reviews Novels & Stories

She pressed the button to open the door and told him: -Come in love, it's number six. Gabriel came in, went up some stairs, looked for the number and found the number, he knocked on the door. Miriam waited anxiously and very nervous, when she heard the door she saw herself in the mirror, she adjusted her hair and went to open it, he saw her and she was stunning, she had chosen her clothes with all care and the underwear too, she perfumed herself and so she received him, he saw her and he said: -Love how beautiful you are, what are you doing?

"I'm sorry Des. I didn't even hear them coming." "It's ok, I was choosing a good channel to watch and wasn't able to to adjust the volume as well." I said grinning. I was no longer affected also as before by those two. "They must've thought I came here alone to steal some valuables!" I chuckled at how fast they accussed me. "I must have the password changed for all the locks." "That must have unnerved them because I know the right key combinations for the locks."

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

"Fuck, it's too much... but so good. Walls squeezing, milking it like a cock." Jax stepped closer, cock in hand, but I shook my head. "Nine first." The penultimate setting: a powerful, steady roar, full throttle. I buried the toy deep, thumb on my clit, rubbing furiously. "This is the destroyer— vibrates so hard you feel it in your bones. Pushes you over, no choice. Orgasms crash like waves, one after another."

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Black's POV I wanted to say that I was enjoying the show, but how can I enjoy a colorless show when there's a literal light blub right next to me? The girl that smelled like disinfectants noticed I was staring at her quite intently, so she asked me if something was wrong. Thankfully, the conversation ended pretty quickly since the show started. I don't know how I would've answered her if the conversation continued. I would normally just brush it off and apologize, but my mind just blanked for some reason earlier.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

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.