Writing Prompts 300 Novels & Stories

After my rebirth, I signed a whole body donation consent letter. In my previous life, my boyfriend's junior was a self-proclaimed miracle worker who claimed she could cure any illness—even late-stage cancer. Every time that woman worked her magic, the same disease that she'd cured would reflect on my body. Overnight, I was diagnosed with over 300 types of diseases, and the bones in my legs were shattered. Just when I was going to talk to my boyfriend, he stormed in holding a checkup report. "You're unbelievable, Cynthia! You had AIDS and didn't tell me? Who was it? God, I can't believe I actually pitied you. You deserve every disease you have." … Yvonne took my place as a healer respected by the world of medicine. I languished and died under excruciating pain and the public's insults. Moments before my demise, her smug cackle reached my ears. "Your life for hundreds. You should be grateful I gave you this chance." Then, my eyes snapped open. And this time, I finally understood how she had done it.

On the day I go to the car dealership to pick up my car, I'm told that the previous salesperson has resigned, so a different salesperson will attend to me. Yet the first thing the salesperson does is say that I paid too little for the car and demand that I pay more to make up the difference. "The other salesperson is truly an idiot. How could he sell a car for 300 thousand dollars in cash? It's no wonder he got chewed out and quit. If you want to take the car, you'll have to switch to a five-year loan with an interest rate of 12%." I'm rendered speechless as he blatantly tries to extort me. "I've already paid and signed the sales contract. You're breaching the contract!" The salesperson scoffs. "So what? The car is with us anyway. If you're not going to pay the difference, don't even think of taking the car with you!" I can't help but chuckle. I calmly pull my phone out of my suit pocket. "Walter, place Mr. Paul Roland's loan application on hold for now. He's earning big bucks for his business. It seems like he doesn't need it anymore."

At the company holiday party raffle, I'd barely stepped on stage when my superior, Victor Grant, shoved a crumpled slip into my hand. "Special prize for our top sales guy. Go on, open it. Let's show everyone." All eyes were on me as I unfolded it. Scrawled across the paper: [VIP janitor status unlocked—every toilet in the company, three days.] The room lost it—laughter everywhere. Victor crossed his arms, grinning. "Fair, right? Everyone knows you climbed the ranks hooking up with rich cougars. Gotta avoid hard feelings for the others, yeah? While the rest of us take a break, you can get busy. You're not gonna back out, are you?" The crowd cracked up. My girlfriend—and CEO—Rachel Sullivan stood off to the side, watching. Didn't say a word. Everyone waited for me to explode. Instead, I just nodded. Next day, over 300 refund requests hit. Cash flow flatlined. Victor and Rachel begged me to talk the buyers down. I shrugged. "Nah. Don't wanna save the company and make my performance too good. That'd just cause more ' hard feelings,' right?"

PART 2 OF PERVERTED LITTLE ME SERIES I guess I'm the only one that finds erotica fun. I find myself buried in sex magazines and gradually I stared putting my own down. This is an Erotica Sexual Collection. A complete R18 that will leave you wanting for more. What's more? Mine is paranormal. This is a sequel of my debut erotica collection THE WET DIARY Any semblance to a living or dead is coincidental. First time writing a werewolf book and erotica at that so I might not be that perfect. Sex is delicious and no one in thier perverted mind would say otherwise. Join me in this wild ride with the most talked about creatures called the WEREWOLVES Let's get you wet and make that dick stand. ~ciao.

I had just left the Pack Healer when I stopped outside the VIP room of the club. The hallway was dim. Loud cheers spilled from inside. "Alpha Derek, you lost three rounds in a row. House rules. Three secrets. Spit them out." "Fine." Derek leaned back into the leather couch. He blew out a ring of smoke. His muscles looked sharp under the low light. Arrogant. Hungry. "That car crash three years ago? I set it up. Aria losing her voice? Also me." "I've never touched her. The Alpha in her bed every night is Damon." "All of it just to keep her writing songs for Victoria. Victoria is the only one I've ever loved."

Damian Graves and I had been together for ten years, and he was perfect in every way. He was handsome, successful, and driven, except for one thing. He never missed a chance to cut me down. I placed second in the competition instead of first, and he said I "wasn't smart enough." I finally earned my first paycheck from writing, and he dismissed it as "completely worthless." Later, standing in the bridal shop, Damian looked me up and down in my wedding dress and told me my figure was not good enough, that I did not look anything like a bride should. Something in me snapped. For the first time in ten years, I screamed at him. "If I'm not good enough for you, why are you even marrying me?"

Layne needs to pay off the hunter who is threatening to sell her dad off to the highest bidder. One year, one million dollars. How does she plan to do it? By working as a for-hire mate at her auntie's high-end mate (escort) service. Easy enough to spend a little less than one month each with a man who she doesn't have to sleep with if she doesn't want to, right? With never-ending love for her dad and writing off love with anyone else, this beautiful bombshell plans to throw caution to the wind and sign up for the ride of a lifetime for the next year. Get in, make money to save dad, get out. Keep her head in the game and her heart out of it. That's the game plan. How hard can it be to stick to it?

Clyde crimson, the second son of crimson family. He is totally obsessed with crossdressing he loves dressing like a girl and now it's has become a habit for him. He is from a middle class family whose father seems to care less about the family. After writing a scholarship for the most famous high school in the city, Paradise star High. He got to meet the most annoying person he had ever seen. Been dressed like a girl, the students considers him a girl. Xander Clark, a totally playboy. He is well known in Paradise star High. He get to do as he pleases and fucks as he likes. He is from a wealthy family, being part of one of the most wealthiest in Paradise star High. What happens when this two meets, what will happen between them. a crossdresser and a Playboy.

Love is eternal. There is no end. There is no escape from love. Or is there? Clarissa is an author troubled by dreams of a Victorian woman and her family who were murdered in a Mansion on an Island in the middle of Goldwater lake in the picturesque Lake District, England. Writing a book about the family, she is desperate to discover who murdered the young family and does all she can to research the past when the recluse who owns the house refuses to allow her to visit. But her quest for information causes her to be haunted by a violent male ghost who will stop at nothing to stop her and another equally determined to protect her and draw her in to his arms. Can the handsome new owner of the Island, American Billionaire, Brandon Clifford who wants nothing more than to steal her heart, provide her with the answers she seeks to solve the mystery?

Jeremy Hansen throws a divorce agreement at Joanna Thompson on the day she finds out she's pregnant with twins. He also gives her 300 million dollars as their breakup fee. Why? Because his true love is back in the country! Joanna doesn't kick a fuss or throw a tantrum. She takes the money and moves out of their marital home without argument. She doesn't expect Jeremy to be so cruel, though—he wants her to abort the children. Why should she listen to him? "You're not going to abort them, huh?" Jeremy sneers. "Do you think we won't have to go through with the divorce if you're still pregnant with my children?" Joanna sneers back at him. A few days later, she accidentally miscarries. After being discharged from the hospital, she and Jeremy finalize the divorce. Three years later, the paparazzi capture Joanna on a street abroad while holding onto a pair of adorable boy-girl twins. Jeremy stares at the photo as his eyes slowly redden. Then, he flies abroad at top speed to stand in Joanna and the twins' way. "You've played me for three years, Joanna! It's high time that you stop with this tantrum." She takes off her sunglasses and raises a nonchalant eyebrow. "Sorry, but who are you?"