Stories Within Stories Novels & Stories

I look at the person who spoke. “Mom!” I yelled when I saw my parents and Shayne. “Congratulations, Bavina,” Mom and Dad says, I hug them. “Grandma!” Pauline yells. “Your hair is getting long, Bavina!” Shayne says that made me laugh. We’ve been through a lot, happiness, problems, pains, achievements, rejections, and we ended up to what God wrote for our story. We ended up with each other despite the pains we gave to each other.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

“Always be vocal, and if he won't listen, kick him out of the bed.” “How about a compromise?” she asked. “If you're going to enjoy it. Next.” “Two: I learnt that having an orgasm is not a bad thing.” “Alas, it's not. It's a damned good thing.” “I learnt that I shouldn't be afraid to try new things. Like the Bdsm thing. Even though we stopped somewhere and didn't go all the way.” He was nodding. “Good, good.” “I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.”

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

“Strange history.” My chest tightened. “Anyone who grows up here,” she went on slowly, “anyone who’s part of this pack for long enough… they all have stories.” I stepped closer. “What kind of stories?” She hesitated again, clearly realizing she had already said too much. “Experiences,” she said vaguely. “Things that don’t make sense.” My pulse picked up. “Like what?” She shook her head. “It doesn’t mean anything.” “You just said it did,” I replied. “You said everyone has their share.”

Back then, I told myself they were just like family, so there was no need to get jealous. However, all those little signs I had ignored played back in my head, over and over. When she came back, we launched our design studio. I landed a whale of a client, a deal that put us on the map overnight. On the night of our big bash, I had one too many and wanted her to pick me up. I called over and over, but got nothing. Finally, a coworker ended up driving me home. The morning after, she came to me with puffy, red eyes, spilling the story of how Yoel was heartbroken, how he had drowned his sorrows in booze at the bar, and how she had stayed with him through the night.

Because they've learned that the stories we keep — the ones we tell, the ones we hold, the ones we pass on — are the stories that save us. And they're finally ready to tell them. End of Chapter 177

CYNTHIA “Oh shit man! That's hilarious.” I heard Jake, Cole's best friend scream from the top floor of the school's cafeteria. Of course they usually had their lunches alone,away from peering eyes. Cole had forgotten his textbook with me and I was walking slowly up the stage when I heard their laughter. Cole is my step brother,the son of my mom's husband. “So tell us, what are you gonna do and how are you gonna bang her?” I raised my brows, already liking their conversation until I heard my name.

Jackson's POV. "This is your last chance, Jackson", he whispered, taking a step towards me as I flinched backed up against our dorm wall. "I know you touch yourself under your covers, imagining me taking you and ruining that tight ass", he paused stepping close and trapping me between him and the wall. "You imagine my hand stroking your dick, Jackson. Don't deny it, just say the word and I'll give you your wildest fantasies", he whispered as he leaned close, his breath hot on my earlobe.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.