Sneezing Stories Novels & Stories

Holly suggested they tell stories to pass the time. Isabella started, recounting a funny story from her childhood about getting stuck in a tree while trying to rescue a cat. Holly followed with a tale of her own, involving a disastrous attempt at baking a cake that ended with the fire department showing up. When it was Maxwell's turn, he hesitated. "I don't have any funny stories." Holly nudged him playfully. "Come on, Maxwell. There's got to be something." Maxwell thought for a moment, then began to speak. "Alright, but don't laugh. When I was a kid, I was terrified of thunderstorms. Every time one hit, I'd hide under my bed with my favorite stuffed animal, a rabbit named Mr. Fluffy."

Vera deadpanned, then smiled when he laughed, really laughed, the kind that lit up his whole face and crinkled the corners of his eyes. She liked that sound more than she cared to admit. They fell into an easy rhythm after that. Nothing serious, nothing heavy, just snippets of stories, childhood mischiefs, and mutual teasing that felt like balm after everything that had happened. He told her about sneaking out of his boarding school with his friend and getting caught three blocks away because his friend had a weak bladder and needed to pee every twenty minutes. She countered with the time she’d raced an undercover cop in a stolen motorcycle and only escaped because he’d pulled over to answer

The sleeping Ember gave no response, but he continued speaking as though she could hear him. "Let me tell you a story. You used to love listening to my stories, didn't you, hmm?" Atlas lowered his gaze. His expression grew softer than ever before. "Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit in the forest. And one winter day, she built a small snowman outside her home. "The snowman had a round nose and a perpetually smiling face. "The little rabbit and the snowman quickly became the best of friends. They sang and danced together every day, and they were so happy.

At first Inayat frowned in her sleep but at the next moment sneezed. She opened her eyes instantly and sat on the bed looking at Aadil furiously And again started sneezing. "Are you mad?.” Sneeze. “Why did you…. *Sneeze* made me…. *Sneeze* smell Rose.” *Sneeze.* *Sneeze*. She was continuously sneezing due to the rose smell. "Are you allergic to roses?" He asked her, making a horrified face. As his plan flopped and also ruined his last hope.

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.

They only made me ache more. Adrien pov The afternoon blurred by in half hearted conversation. Adrien told me little stories about my supposed stubbornness at work, about how I never liked sharing fries, about how I snored when I fell asleep on the couch. He was careful not to overwhelm me, but every detail felt like a thread tying me closer to him. I wanted to remember it all.

“Hmm? Rumors about me? Haven’t heard about it. I just hope they were good rumors and not bad.” I rolled my eyes. “Oh come on. As if you haven’t heard any of those yet.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Promise! I’m completely innocent about those rumors. Tell me, what are those about?” “I don’t want to. It’s… embarrassing on my part.” “You’re blushing! Come on, I’m curious what these are all about.” What the hell. I could feel my cheeks heating up. Thankfully, we have reached the shower room. I was about to turn my direction toward the female shower room when Adrian held my arm.

Actually laugh, until my ribs hurt and my eyes burn. "C'mon." I squeeze his crotch one more time, just to be petty. "Do it. Show me how dominant you are." "No... urrgh... no fucking shirt—" Achoo! The sneeze hits him so hard he staggers back a step. Then another. And another. And another. His whole body convulses with each one, big shoulders shaking, nose running, eye watering. I laugh until I can't breathe. Until I'm bent over, wheezing, tears streaming down my face.

I said, small. "Great," Dr. Hartman said and pressed a second star on my sweater. "Two today. You're being brave." Miss Vivienne's smile folded the air. "Do-Over Stories help us make better memories," she whispered. "When you tell them, they get stronger." After a while, the stories became like a repeated song. Miss Vivienne would tell one version and then ask me to say it back three times. Each time I said it, Dr. Hartman stuck another star. My hands got sticky with the shine and my chest felt both full and empty.

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.