Styling Stories Novels & Stories

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.

So when Conrad returned to Antriford and attended the company's new product launch, he was confidently holding Kelly in his arms. It was quite a coincidence. Using public opinion and stock prices as leverage, we pressured Jonathan into making a concession. At the same time, it was a triple win. We cut off Conrad's future, sealed Harmon International's fate, and created a rift between Conrad and Jonathan. The so-called perfect love story was just a ploy to fool the public. Jonathan would never suspect the ever-peaceful Horace. He would think all of this was the work of Conrad. As for Conrad, in his excitement, he probably felt like the heavens were helping him.

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

She was going to ask her to assign the story to her. Robert and Stella were in Stella’s office. The two were going through some of the articles submitted by other workers to see which stories would sell. After seeing how successful Robert had been in his last three articles, Stella had considered his opinions important and once in a while sought his advice. “This story by Jenny is good, but we can change its angle a little bit. Focusing on the human angle will make it reach the audience. people love reading about what affects them,” Robert said. “I thought so. That is why I set aside those stories,” Stella said, setting up two cups of coffee for both of them. It was cold outside, and it was

Sir Dan sent another message right after I uploaded a photo of me standing in the two piece bikini turning my back to the camera and raising my arms to the sky. Haha. I'm single, ready to mingle that's why. I responded to his message while laughing aloud at his fast reaction to my photos. Hmmm... I might have someone to recommend. Another message from him. Hahaha. Sure. I'm ready to accept recommendations. I'm starting to feel giddy. I'm not kidding. - Dan Neither am I. Bring it on! I typed and sent. Maybe he thought I was kidding because of my "ha-ha" but I could try this style of accepting recommendation if I could indeed find true love. I'm tired of constantly having short termed relatio

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.

I had ruined her for anyone else. And it still wasn’t enough. The door opened. Two stylists stepped out first, carrying empty garment bags. Then the makeup artist, clutching a palette like a shield. They murmured something about final touches, then disappeared down the hall. Lily appeared in the doorway. Everything stopped.

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

"Fashion isn't just about clothes. It's about telling a story." I turned to Rose, grateful for her enthusiasm. "Exactly. Every client has a narrative they want to project. My job is to help them tell that story authentically." "What's my story?" Vanessa asked, leaning back in her chair. Her gaze was sharp, assessing. I'd prepared for this question. "Power without pretense. You're one of the most successful women in New York real estate, but you don't flaunt it. Your style should reflect that, strong, elegant, timeless. Nothing trendy or attention-seeking. You want people to remember you, not what you were wearing."