Stories Books Novels & Stories

Lila's POV I sat on the floor between two tall metal shelves on the third floor of the library with my laptop open and my notes spread all around me. The air smelled like old paper and dust. It was quiet except for the soft sound of pages turning somewhere far away. I had come here to study because I thought it would be safe. I thought if I stayed in the stacks no one would bother me. But my mind would not stay on the words in front of me. Every time I tried to read I kept thinking about yesterday in his office. I kept feeling the way his mouth had been on me and the way he had pushed inside me so deep. My panties were already a little damp just from the memory.

THE NEXT STORY Sofia Friday. Finally, the week was finally over. It felt like it dragged on forever, leaving me craving a little indulgence. As I stepped into the library, book in hand, I inhaled the comforting scent of old pages mixed with a hint of citrus from the cleaning supplies. A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race.

THEMES: Short quick story, Nonconsensual, Reluctance, Stockholm syndrome, Hostage, Kidnapping KINKS: Gang Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Rough breeding, Restraints, Masturbation, Filthy Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Firm/ Strict/ Service Dom, Bratty Sub, Restraints, Oral, Edging, Rough sex, Multiple Orgasms, Hair pulling, Spanking, Gang Jerk Off. SHINA'S POV No one's ever cared that much for me before.

Her narration was so vivid, so detailed, that one would think she was reading from a book when in fact, she wasn’t holding anything at all. “You’re amazing, Miss Sandra! You know so many stories! Can you tell us Snow White next?” one child exclaimed in admiration. “Jack and the Beanstalk!” another chimed in eagerly. “Miss Sandra, Alice in Wonderland, please!” came yet another excited request. “Wait! Wait, one at a time,” Sandra said with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all those stories.” “Do you have a secret library of children’s books stored in your head or something?” a familiar voice teased from behind.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

Her voice took on a whiny tone as she replied, "I... I was trying to plan a surprise for you, getting them to brainstorm..." She did not get to finish because Yoel let out a mocking laugh. "Sheila, your boyfriend can't handle a joke. You try to plan a surprise for him, and he ends up scaring you instead." I rose to my feet, my gaze shifting to him. "Oh, really? I've got a surprise of my own." My eyes swept the room, finally settling on the coffee table and the vase Sheila adored. It was a piece of crystal glass, supposedly crafted by some renowned artist from Itania, Sheila's absolute favorite.

he asked in an indifferent manner. I came in amazed by how huge actually this place was. There were books stacked on shelves, which were a few meters high, around five maybe. Books on several desks. Books piled everywhere on the floor. And more books near the fireplace. For all that was sacred sake, I would love to just spend the rest of my almost immortal life here. “Close your mouth or you’ll catch a fly.” He said clearly amused. ”Now, are you going to apologize or what?” “Why would I do that?” I instantly scoffed. Crossing my arms. I took a sit on the floor across from him.

We went inside the massive room, and she showed me all of her collections before she speaks. "The world is like a huge library that is filled with books. It’s a book that contains everyone's story. Everyone has their story written somewhere in the library. It can be a book of love between two lovers from a distance, an inspirational story of a family, a story of an unbreakable friendship, or the story of a war against long-time enemies. Our stories don't always have a happy endings. Some ends in tragedy and others end with a twist and unexpected turn of events. No matter what is written in our final chapter, it always ends up with a lesson.

You're welcome in advance. It was just texting. No voice. No video. The method her words settled in his chest, it felt like presence. Later in the day as he was icing his knee, he picked up the book again and noticed a scribbled note in the margin. “Some stories aren’t about escape. They’re about returning as someone new.” He didn’t know if she wrote it or if the author did. But either way, it hit. He looked at the untouched tea up until it went cold.

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.