Workplace Fiction Novels & Stories

Those small moments of encouragement make me want to keep writing, even on the days when it’s hard. This story might not be perfect, but it’s honest. Every chapter is written with effort and thought. Some parts may move fast, others a bit slower but that’s how stories breathe. I hope, somewhere in between, you find something that sticks with you. --- PREFACE Before you start, I want to say this clearly: This is a work of fiction. Everything you’ll read — the names, places, businesses, and events comes from imagination. Some details may feel familiar, but they’re not taken from real life. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events, is purely coincidental.

Maybe if I call Aunt Laura now, she can move me to the kids' table. Or I could get one of those blow-up, life-sized dolls. I half giggle, half grimace as I make my way along the street to the building where I work at a real job. When I enter the lobby of the building that houses the offices of Buchanan and Willis, my mind is hundreds of miles away. Out of habit, I squeeze my way into the coffee shop.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

“Sure, it’s normal. Secretaries are supposed to be close to their bosses. They match their schedule, their rhythm, their workload. Don’t get jealous, Lia. That’s just how the workplace works.” Before Aurelia could respond, Wulan arrived with a glass of iced coffee in her hand. She sat down across from them and joined the conversation without invitation. “I heard the word jealous,” she said with a mischievous smile. “Careful, Lia. These days a lot of affairs start from workplace romance.” Doni sighed. “Here you go again, Lan. Don’t stress her out.” “I’m serious, Don. A lot of them do! One of my clients at the law firm just got divorced because her husband fell for his secretary. It started wi

After writing down the last story, Adeline put down the pen in his hand and said with a smile, "Let them say whatever they want to say! What else can we do if their mouths grow on their faces!" In fact, when Ai Mu mentioned it in the elevator, she had already guessed it. It was just that she did not want to pay attention to these things. "Sister, I'm afraid that only you have the best temper in the whole company. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid they would have hidden in the bathroom with a tissue in their arms!" The workplace was like a battlefield. The law of the jungle had always been the law of the jungle in the workplace. On the surface, everyone seemed to be very good, but in fact, o

There was always one thing or the other that always spoiled Mondays for me. One time I was working in a club, I caught the attention of one of my boss's big time customer. He wanted me to join the stripers on the dance floor, I rejected of course but not my boss. At the end of that day, I found myself on the dance floor, in a bikini, shaking my booty like a striper would. Mondays would never miss a chance to embarrass me. I was so stunned, I had no idea what to do. If I take off the jacket, certainly the next thing I would see would be the gate getting shut at my face. That shouldn't happen.

Emily's knees dug into the cold office carpet beneath Mr. Harlan's massive oak desk, her wrists bound tightly behind her back with a silk tie that bit into her skin just enough to remind her of her place. The boardroom meeting droned on outside, voices muffled through the door, but inside this hidden space, the air was thick with tension and the scent of her own arousal. She was his secret slut, the submissive little whore who'd begged for this power play, and now she knelt there, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties long since ripped away, her bare pussy glistening and exposed for her boss's cruel whims.

He just nodded and smiled and moved on to something else Instead‚ he told me stories about his department at work that had me laughing so hard I almost choked on my bruschetta. He told me about the time he accidentally sent a personal email to the entire company mailing list and had to sit through an HR meeting about appropriate workplace communication while three hundred people read his grocery list. He told me about his dog‚ a golden retriever named Biscuit who had eaten his couch cushions twice and he still couldn't bring himself to be mad about it.

Heather was busy drowning herself with the day's work, it has been pretty hectic that day and there was so much piled up work on her desk but for some reason ,she felt please with it, "If that the only way and the only excuse ,she could come up with to avoid Mr Crazy pervet. It just perfectly fine ! ". Though the company had promised to give her promotion since she got them the multi billion contract from the reknown Foxy company.... It noon ,the sun shun brighter and the whole Luoka city was quite warm. Every worker walked to the cafeteria while chatting loudly with their colleagues....

I kicked off my heels. I slipped out of my tight work trousers. Then I removed my underwear. I curled up on the sofa. I let myself relax. Audio slows me down. It turns everything into an experience. I like letting the story unfold. I don’t rush it anymore. This time, I picked a workplace story. Two coworkers giving in to temptation. They were on a work trip. A hotel made everything easier. I didn’t grab my vibrator. I wanted to take my time. I put on my headphones. I let the story pull me in.