Story Books For Adults Novels & Stories

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They were laughing loudly, slapping each other on the shoulders, every gesture exaggerated as if the world existed solely for their entertainment. I could feel their eyes on me, and heat rose to my cheeks, a mix of anger and humiliation twisting in my stomach. My jaw clenched as a glare shot toward Chris, wishing I could disappear into the stacks of books around me. I stayed in the library a little longer, flipping through my textbook and forcing my mind to focus, though it kept drifting elsewhere. By the time my watch ticked past seven, I had finally finished reading. I closed my book with a soft thump, then slipped it into my backpack as I stood up and slung the bag over my shoulder.

"Is this a..?" She got me an 'adult coloring book' of my favorite children's story, 'Peter Pan' as well as a set of colored pencils... While I got her a sex toy. In my defense though, when I'd asked her for a clue, she told me her gift would help with 'stress relief.' Which sounded suggestive! Also, I'd presumed the toy would be practical since she'd been single for a while.

Professor Reyes came out with a book and sat in the chair across from me. We talked about literature. About life. About how sometimes the best stories are the ones we’re not supposed to live. The tension between us grew thicker with every word. By evening, I was aching. After dinner, a small group decided to watch a movie in the common room. I sat on the big couch. Professor Reyes ended up beside me. The lights went off as the movie started. In the dark, his hand found mine under the shared blanket. He didn’t hold it innocently.

She rattled on about how she loves to read books especially love stories and how happy she’s to get a new friend who happens to share the same hobby with her. I don’t fancy love stories because I can easily predict what’s gonna happen next like who wouldn’t? Besides, it’s kind of boring to read the same plot repeatedly; boy meeting the girl, girl meeting the boy, starting from simple infatuation to attraction, then one of’em will confess, and BAM! They start dating and blah blah blah. It’s predictable. I’d rather read genres like adventure, action, crime, thriller, fantasy, etc., where things’re not much predictable plus you’ve to use your brain. At least you can learn something new. “Here w

The old woman shivered and held her paper bag close to her chest. “Can’t you hear me? "Keith exploded. “Please let me go. I have very less money and I’m a needy person. I have purchased my bread for tomorrow morning. Please have piety on me!” The old woman cried with teary eyes. “This is the last time I'm warning you to hurry up” Keith moved the knife closer to her face. The old woman took out her valet but kept it in her hand. “Please” The old woman begged. The tension between them increased and Keith pushed the old lady down the road and snatched her valet. He ran away as fast as he could and didn’t turn around.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

The frustration I’d been carrying for months—Sarah’s endless trips, the cold bed, the way she barely touched me anymore—felt heavier in the quiet. We talked about safe things at first. Her grad program. My latest project at work. How the cabin’s owner had overdone the rustic charm with all the plaid blankets and antler decor. The wine went down easy. A second glass followed. Then a third. Millie’s laughter came easier as the bottle emptied. She told me about a disastrous date she’d gone on last month. It was about some guy who spent the whole dinner talking about his fantasy football team. I chuckled, but my mind kept drifting to how her lips looked wet from the wine, how the sweater had sli

he asked, disappointment laced in his tone. “Tell me a story,” she said, watching as his expression shifted from disappointment to confusion. “A story?” he muttered. “What kind of story?” “Don’t you know what a story is? Bedtime stories, novels, memoirs, biographies—things like that.” “Is that a joke?” he laughed. “Your lifestyle is so boring. How does a story entertain anybody? Horror, thrillers, silly romance, history—blah, blah, blah. It’s a waste of time.”

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.]