Snowflake Stories Novels & Stories

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.

"Who the hell are you? This is Lucy's house. What does it have to do with you?" "Seriously, there are all kinds of shameless people these days." The others immediately joined in. I didn't waste a single word arguing with them. Instead, I walked straight to the front door and pressed my hand against the fingerprint scanner. With a sharp beep, the door unlocked. Everyone froze in shock. But then the same relative suddenly spat on the ground and shouted, "So that's it! You secretly changed the locks!" A few younger relatives chimed in indignantly. "Hey, old lady, are you jealous because Lucy has such a perfect love story?"

Shia asks, I laughed. Janine frown again. I’m kind of happy since they are now talking like that, unlike before, they kept on reminding the past. I know both of them will be okay, it takes time to fix everything. “How’s your novel?” Janine changed the topic. “I just finished editing it, but I submitted it to the publishing house already,” I answer, she smiled. Janine is one of the persons who’s waiting for my physical book. Ever since she knew that I’m Seafly, reading suddenly became her hobby. She even stayed up all night reading my one-shots and poems in my writing account.

“It’s nothing. Just—just the weather.” It was memory. It was a storm I’d spent years pretending I’d forgotten. We made it halfway down the path to the car when the first snowflake touched my cheek. Just one. But my knees almost buckled. Jake stopped walking. “Lily?” I forced a laugh. “It’s fine—really. Let’s just get to the car.” The clouds. They were the exact shade of the sky the night my parents— No. Not here. Not now. Jake reached for my hand, but before he could touch me— crack .

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

somebody asked, which made everyone giggle. “No way. If they did, she wouldn’t be walking properly,” another added. In a chorus of laughter, I felt my cheeks darken with barely contained anger. “But for real, it’s being wasted on Scheur,” Margo, a maid I barely interacted with, said. I knew she had a few relationships with other werewolves, never shying from her sexual escapades and retelling stories. “Yeah, if it was me, I wouldn’t only try to date him but use him to better my life. He is rich—use him and raise your power,” she added, which wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t interested in him at all. I had no interest in being with a man like King Baldwin.

Steph retorted. “Why are you so annoyed?” Stella asked patiently. “I am not fine. I might be if you give that story to me. I want to do it.” “But that is practically impossible. I assigned the story, and all the arrangements have been made for Robert. You can’t get the story. I will assign you another story.” Stella said, getting back to her seat. “Haha. If you don’t assign me that story, I will tell the manager that you are favoring Robert because you have an affair with him. How will that sound to you?”

I played along, encouraged her to grow her online presence, and funneled money into boosting her content, all so that today's broadcast would reach as many people as possible. "Evelyn, I know I was wrong. You will be the only wife I will ever have in this lifetime. No matter where you are, no matter what you're doing, I swear I will find you. "You promised me that you would stay by my side forever. If anyone watching this live stream knows where Evelyn is and if you have any information on her whereabouts, I'm willing to offer a generous reward. Thank you." Behind him, the massive LED screen that had been displaying videos of him and Wendy suddenly glitched. Then, it switched to a photo of E

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.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.