Story Little Novels & Stories

’ I shook my head at the memory, whispering a silent prayer for her. I believed his stories. Every patient he talked about felt real. Their troubles sounded like things that could happen to anyone, a stroke of bad luck at the bad moments, getting hit by a drunk driver on the way to a child’s recital, or missing a few checkups and ending up with a failing liver. His stories made me grateful for being able to experience last night. “A sandwich. Are you hungry?” Jo replied, asked, and then caught himself. “Of course you’re hungry. It’ll be ready in a minute,” Jo finished.

I settle beside him and begin to read the story immediately. The story is a sweet, simple tale of a brave knight and his journey to protect his kingdom. As I read, his eyes droop, as his little hands clutch the stuffed wolf tighter. Soon enough, he’s asleep, his breathing soft and even. I lean down, brushing a kiss against his forehead. “Goodnight, little prince.” This moment feels me with undescribable joy in my heart. As I step out of the room, I almost run into Stacy by the door. She looks at me, an odd mix of surprise and something else in her gaze. “You’re done?”

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

How could she focus on herself right now? With no other choice, she started telling stories to distract him. "Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved wearing a red hood, so people called her Little Red Riding Hood. One day, her mother asked her to bring cake and wine to her sick grandmother, who lived on the other side of the forest. Little Red Riding Hood…" Renee racked her brain to remember childhood stories, doing her best to sound lively. "You're…so noisy!" Jasper said with a strained frown, barely able to get the words out.

7 years ago One afternoon, little Sophia was playing on her front porch. Her hands were playing with two Tedy Bear dolls by herself. One doll looked shabby, while the other looked brand new. Her innocent face was beaming with happiness, because this morning Jerry, her new neighbor, gave her a new doll. Little Sophia was very happy to get to know her new neighbor, because the middle-aged man loved her like her own daughter. "Sophia! That doll is mine!" Sophia's smile faded when her new doll was snatched by someone.

Such a little smarty-pants. I start telling her the tale of "Goldie Locks and Three Bears." Of course, she questioned every aspect of the story from how the bears could build and own a house in the woods. To how are they can cook. I barely get to the part where Goldie Locks is discovered sleeping by the bears when Brixtius returns with items I requested.

I said and went inside first. I missed another chance to tell him. Perhaps, tomorrow I’d be able to tell him. Lucas settled between us and again I saw how Logan’s face showed disappointment. Was he planning to sleep beside me? “Mommy, can you tell me a story? It helps me to sleep easily.” Lucas turned to cuddle with me. “I am not good with stories but I’ll tell you one tonight about a little girl who was the princess of her parents just like you but one day, she was left alone.” I said.

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He began the story. His voice was low and steady, perfectly pitched for drawing little listeners (and tired grown-ups) into sleep. It was an old story—one his own mother had told him, he had once mentioned in passing, in a moment of vulnerability that felt like a lifetime ago—about a little fox who got lost in the woods and found her way home by following the stars.

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.