Spacer X Stories Novels & Stories

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

"As this brute just said, my name is Scarlet Relezea. I'm a second year from the fashion department." "Ah, I'm Black Vera." I replied. "I'm a second year from the arts department." "You're new here, aren't you?" "Yes." "I knew it. No old student would ever even think about being friends with this wild monkey. I feel so sorry for you, you poor soul." "If I'm a monkey, then you're a gorilla." Crimson passively commented. "Ignoring this useless brute, can you tell me why you need clothes?" "Ah, we're performing at the club recruitment, but I didn't know we had to bring an extra pair of clothes." I replied.

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.

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.

I suddenly started to feel nervous. "Hi Amarachi, I'm your literature teacher. My name is Miss Ada. Welcome to Crownstar highschool." I smiled at her. "So who doesn't have a seat partner? A girl raised her hands and Miss Ada asked me to seat with her. She started teaching and that was when I remembered that I didn't collect the pen my mum bought. I didn't want to ask anyone for a spare pen but then it was my first day at school and I did not want to start skipping notes. I asked the guy at my front for a spare pen but he didn't have any one. The girl beside him smiled and gave me a pen, I thanked her and started writing.

She had been making use of it all through the ceremony and didn't bother slipping it into her purse. "JUST NOTICED, SUPERMAN" She texted back "SUPERMAN? SOME NEW TITLE FOR ME?" "WELL, MAYBE. HOW ABOUT YOU DROP BY MY APARTMENT WHENEVER YOU'RE FREE SO I COULD HAVE MY PURSE AGAIN? T FOR THANKS" "I'M DOWN, BEACHBODY" "SERIOUSLY NOW? BEACHBODY?" "YEP. THEM FOLKS CALL YOU BARBIE OR DANA. MINE'S BEACHBODY"

Celie had warned us that if we ever made one hassle in her building again, she'd start handing us our suitcases and throw us out. "Look at the bright side," Karmen said. "At least we've got enough popcorn to last us a whole month." ~*~ When the stress and anxiety and self-hatred and all those good procrastinator's feelings built up, you tend to find stuff you don't normally do. For the first time, I realized what total slobs my two best friends were. In the bathroom, I found all sorts of things lying around, from hairbrushes to bags of cotton wipes.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

We hope that you enjoyed this story despite its length, It is, after all, truly worth the read. And yes, do look forward to much shorter stories in the near future. For now, we will need to say goodnight and goodbye. This is your Supernatural Spa Storyteller, The Diwata, hoping that you come back once again for more mystical, strange, and even terrifying tales. Fare thee well...

For the first time, I allowed myself to breathe. Two days. I could hold out for two days. I walked to the bed and sat down. My phone was still in my hand. I opened the message again. Can you hold out till Friday? I stared at it. A knock came from the door. My heart jumped. I quickly hid the phone beneath my pillow. The door opened. The Blackridge Luna entered. I stood at once. “What do you want?” She closed the door behind her. “I came to speak with you.”