Story Till Now Novels & Stories

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

The family gathered. The story continued.

The look on his face made Rowan’s heart sink. “Just tell me! What’s going on in there?” “So far, we’ve recovered two bodies. One adult, one child.” Rowan’s blood ran cold. “No! No, that’s not possible!” He screamed, “Aileen! Zoe!” Several firefighters held him back firmly. “Sir, it’s not safe yet. You can’t go in!” Layla stood among the crowd and could not help but smile. It was finally over. The entire mess that had annoyed her for ten years could finally be put behind her.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

"Goodness me! Anna listed Sylvie up on eBay for 99 dollars per round! That's hilarious." "99 dollars? That's too much! A doormat like Sylvie is only worth 9.90 dollars at best." "Sylvie never would've gotten a chance if Anna hadn't gone abroad to study a few years ago. Just wait. Connor is going to divorce her soon enough. I bet it'll happen in three months." "I say a month!" "I say two weeks!" "Dude, this is the wrong group. Sylvie's in this one." Immediately, the chat group went silent. Soon afterward, Sylvie got a call from Connor.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

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Kyle explained it to us. I sat down and just looked at him. "Timothy hyung, why didn't you tell us about that? Don't you want to introduce us to your girlfriend?" Earl asks him. "Timothy, you know the rules of S7, don't you?" Nathan said. "I know, but... it's hard to stop, especially... I really loved her," I could see in his eyes the pain that he is feeling right now. "How did you leave without even getting caught?" I ask him.

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for