Young Adult Fiction Short Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Zara’s POV “You fucking prick, it landed on you again?” I snapped, glaring at Kai across the cheap coffee table littered with empty beer bottles. My cheeks were already burning from the last two spins and now this stupid bottle was pointing straight at him for the third time tonight. We were both twenty, stuck sharing this tiny apartment because our parents decided to get married and play happy family, and every single day was just nonstop fighting. Tonight the fighting had turned into this dumb drunk game of spin the bottle after he dared me, saying I was too uptight to ever let loose.

Me and my cousin Tyler got stuck sharing the smallest room in the back. We used to be close when we were kids. We played together ran around the woods and even experimented a little when we were fourteen. Touching each other under the blankets one night during another family trip. But after that we both acted like it never happened. Tyler grew up tall and built from playing football in high school. He got loud and cocky and dated girls all the time. I stayed quieter and kept my secrets to myself. Now at twenty we were both adults. And the only room left was this tiny one with a single queen bed and a small window that looked out at the trees.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

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I was definitely putting the cart before the horse. As soon as I dropped Charlie off at Middle School Wednesday morning I headed home. My heart was already beating a little faster thinking about lunchtime. Sandy was coming over! I'll admit I didn't get a lot done on what I was working on, although it was definitely better than that horrid manual had been. This was an anthology of short stories from an independent publishing house that I'd worked for before, with all the authors under twenty-four years old. The clock seemingly was moving at a glacial pace, but eventually my phone chimed.

Lila’s POV I never expected my life to change in a dark parking garage under a fancy hotel. My name is Lila. Twenty-six years old. I worked as a bartender at one of the busiest rooftop bars in downtown Los Angeles. The tips were good, but the hours were long and the men who hit on me were usually drunk and handsy. I kept my head down, did my job, and dreamed about saving enough to open my own small café someday. That night the bar hosted a private event for some big tech conference. The place was packed with rich guys in expensive suits. I poured drinks fast, smiled when I had to, and tried to ignore the way some of them stared at my tight black uniform top and short skirt.

Lena got glazed too — thick ropes landing on her tongue, cheeks, and heaving chest. By the time the last guy pulled out, both of us were covered in hot, sticky cum. We stood up, cum dripping from our faces and bodies. The guys admired their work, slapping our asses and tits. Then Ryan grinned and said loudly, “Let’s all get fucking naked. I want these whores properly ruined tonight.” The clothes came off fast. I looked around at all the hard cocks surrounding us again, my pussy throbbing with anticipation. I stood there, cum already drying on my face and tits, my pussy throbbing with need as I watched ten hard cocks spring free. Some were thick, some long, all of them ready to destroy us.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.