Short Story Novels

Do girls are meant to live their life for someone else? Shouldn't they have dream for themselves? Though they have, shouldn't they fullfil? Whether Girls are just born to sacrifice for their Parents, Siblings, Husband, in-laws and Kids? Anchal Singhania, A Girl with Dreams, who wish to live her life to the fullest on her own with lot of ambitions. Will her life ever be like she wish or she has to do sacrifice for others just like any ordinary girl? Will she be a fragile girl, being a Daddy's little Princess or Strong girl, being a Father's Pride? *************** Girl with Dreams Prologue ꧁

One kiss is all it takes (falling in love with you) Alicia has always liked girls, she never imagined Joanna Miller being one of them. One kiss at a party changed everything though. Now Joanna is all Alicia wants- but is she something she can get? *************** One kiss is all it takes 1 I wouldn't exactly call us enemies. But certainly not friends either. In a way we just accepted each others presence. It's not like their was a choice. The person I am talking about is Joanna. Joanna Miller. She's a year older than me and admittedly very pretty. I don't particularily like her and some things happened in the past that made me dislike her more. Unfortunately I have to see her around my house a lot, as she is one of my brothers best friends. Jake (my brother) and I both still live at home. We both attend college, he is a year above me, and we live in beautiful, sunny Miami with my parents. The house they own is big, plenty of space for the four of us, so they don't mind us living here to save money. And since the house we live in is so nice (and it has a large pool too! ) we both tend to have friends over all the time. So yeah, I've seen Joanna around a lot. A couple of times she brought her boyfriend along, who was way worse than her. Whereas she is at least a little polite to me, he was a (insert inappropiate word). They have broken up though as far as I am concerned. I don't care that much. Fact is, Jake invites Joanna over a lot, and then I have to deal with her. Jake and I were hanging out by the pool the other day, planning a party we would have on the weekend. Our birthdays are very close to each other, so we sometimes have a joint birthday party. On Thursday he would be 22, and I'll turn 21 on Monday. Finally 21. legal age for drinking and partying. I don't know any American teen who isn't excited for their 21st. Our parents happen to be out of town this weekend (they allowed our party though) so this would be a very fun night. A whole house and pool to ourselves with our best friends, good music and obviously great drinks. And snacks. Any party needs snacks. We had agreed on the guests we would each be inviting. Our parents suggested a total of 50, which equals 25 each. I wanted a few o...

It all started when I saw the seashell Louis had given me the last time we talked in person. Flashbacks swarm back and refusing to stop, reminding me how unreasonable I was, how I wanted to see him one more time, and how I messed up his life. *************** Our Cry B I found the seashell he gave me and maybe it was the reason for all these. Maybe if I didn’t find it, I won’t remember any of these. But now that I’m holding it, the flashbacks refused to stop. Lots of things swam back at me. Or maybe they were just there, lying still in a cabinet on the corner of my mind and waiting for me to touch it again. But it was somehow stacked in a grumpy way. It just piled up in a trash-like mountain. The memories, I mean. His voice. My doubts. His hands. Us. His gestures. Her. My scores. Him. Me. Them. Ours. My graduation. First day of school. Secret meetings. Groceries. His graduation. Percy Jackson. Christmas. Conditioner. Text message. Stranger. Mistake. I touched each and everything, trying to put it in order. I need to. I want to. I feel like I should. I started picking it one by one. *** The first thing he said to me was, ‘Hi. ’ Oh, scratched that. The first text message he sent me was, ‘Hi. ’ Back when I was in high school, unlimited texting was offered for the first time. I found it amusing that once you registered to 258, you can send as much text as you want for a day, or even a couple of days - not caring if it's important or not. Maybe some group of kids my age was bored and they created the “text clan” thing. It began to be a big hit, actually. We did not become the texting capital of the world for nothing, and one of my friends, Charlie, was absolutely enjoying it. I was happy for her, I swear. She was excited when there was a clan that some of our upperclassmen created. She had been the social butterfly of the group and she seemed to be having a nice time knowing other people. I still don’t know how she managed to do that as I don’t, and probably won’t, fancy meeting new people every day, but I was happy for her. I swear. I just began hating it when she kept passing my number to her “clanmates. ” ‘God, Cha, I told you not to do that,’ I remembered saying to her the next school...

When Alexis Fisher encountered the new volunteer Patient Services Assistant Bryan H. Grayson, all she had seen was a perfect man with flawless personality that ought to have melt even the heart of an ice. Everyone around him wore a different kind of pleasant smile on their faces. She thought that suffering from a Pulmonary Embolism was unfortunate, her whole life was unfortunate, while Bryan’s life was so perfect and he came from a wealthy Mayor’s family. Until one day, Bryan emerged at the hospital on a powered wheelchair after he had spent some days absent from his volunteer work. He wanted to care for Alexis and other patients despite the reality that his legs had stopped working. Apparently, he had a faulty neuron though in his rare case of Parkinson’s disease, all the memories he made with Alexis and everyone was soon to be wiped away, like a ticking time bomb. What most likely startled Alexis was; did Bryan knew the kind of illness he suffers from, right from the start? *************** Beyond Our Perfection Lies A Faulty Neuron Prelude It was the turn of a new resentful week after the news had spread like wildfire that the volunteer Patient Service Assistant, was a handsome young man with a cultivated mind and perhaps held what is said to be a good sense of humor. Though I hadn’t seen anything as much as his shadows, my heart dramatically skipped a beat when people called his name. From his name, I could imagine how perfect his face and everything must be. They called him Bryan. Bryan Harvey Grayson, the son of the Mayor. I had at first, thought about soliciting his attentions to my small dominion, but then again, I was Alexis Fisher; the young woman who ought to have been told that life ain’t a ball room where you have to wait for Prince Charming to kiss your hands and ask for the first dance. I could have skipped the formalities and make the first move. If only I had known... That Bryan waited for that. Here is what I had thought about my life back then 1. I thought I was unfortunate to suffer from a Pulmonary Embolism 2. I thought it was unfortunate to be aware of the fact that my life really, was unfortunate. 3. I thought that no man on this universe would consider me as a gift to nature because I personally considered myself as more of a burden to nature. Some persons I would not say were horrible, but rather inconsiderate humans, harbored special hatred for me. She said she couldn’t wait to have a bite of my death anniversary cake _ Martina Jason, the girl who posted countdown to my death day on her Instagram page. But poor Martina ended up passing away before me. She died in a plane crash. She was mistaken. A beautiful life does not wither away with a Pulmonary Embolism and neither does a beautiful life come to and end because of someone's bad wishes. Life simply ends when its a time up. My life which I had mostly spent at a hospital that bored the survival instincts in me, turned out to blossom with the

"I'm sorry." Stay strong, Lyrah. Don't breakdown! Don't— But it was too late, as my lower lip trembled terribly and I felt it hard to breathe. "No." It was him, who took a step again and engulfed me, patting my head. "Don't cry, Lyrah." With arms hanging loosely on my sides, I let out all the pain, anger, in my tears as he rocked us lightly. Freeing me from his hug he cupped my face making me look at him. The honey eyes, the glittery pale golden skin. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, leaving me stunned as he stroked my cheek. "So beautiful." He smiled. And I saw myself shimmering with blue sparkles under the moonlight. Making me wonder what it was? ********* A fairytale from a Faeriland which revolves around love, kindness, forgiveness and hope. *************** Blue I: The Dream I was running through the forest like death was chasing me and I wanted to escape it with every bit of strength I had. Breathless, exhausted, drenched in sweat I felt myself being pulled into a void of darkness. With a heart that was like in the claws of fear and a soul that wavered, tears that were an acquaintance I looked around. Nothing but nothingness. But then after maybe a minute into the hole of misery, I found my surroundings gradually morph into something else. It was a bedroom, themed dark blue and chocolate with hints of gold. Heavy curtains and velvet beddings. But nothing compared to what I saw tucked under the softness of the velvet blanket. There was a boy, but I saw how he nearly looked lifeless. The only thing making him seem alive was the pair of honey-colored irises. I saw myself moving towards the boy's bed, sitting on the chair seated beside the bed I took in a deep breath. Slowly placing my hand on the boy's forehead I trembled involuntarily and he sucked in a breath. He was ice cold, my hands were fire to him. A tear slipped down as he closed his eyes. Leaving a thin wet trail on his pale skin. And then I witnessed how the skin of my hand started shimmering and the boy's breath started becoming even. Minutes passed, I was patient, and when I saw that my skin no more had the glimmers I pulled my hand back. The boy uttered nothing but just closed his eyes, and I found myself running out of the room, again falling into a cloud of darkness. ********* I woke up, heaving, beads of sweat traveled down my nape. Heart raced just like it did in the dream, I felt chilled. What was it? Who was that boy? And why did my hand glimmer when I touched him? My hand never glimmered like that. Wiping away the dampness from my forehead I looked at the first soft rays of sunlight that fell into the room through the window, indicating the start of a new day. I knew it would be a long day ahead and a longer night. As it would be th...

Jody will spend a few days at a casino for her twenty-second birthday. On her first night, a bomb threat is called in. But she is trapped inside with three hot security personnel. When the false threat is discovered, she is seduced to warm up the casino floor instead… *************** Pleasure Bomb Jody's POV As the elevator door closes, my cell phone rings. I fish it out of my silver-colored shoulder bag while my other hand lets go of my black roller luggage bag, where my clothes and other personal belongings are placed in—my laptop included. I smile with excitement as I answer the call from my close friend. “Hey, Kyla! When are you coming? What time? You haven’t changed your mind, have you? ” “Hey, Jody! I’m so sorry! I’ll be coming and we’ll enjoy at the casino while we’re on spring break, but… I can’t make it tonight. My dad’s having a meltdown because of Pete! Gosh! But I’ll definitely come tomorrow, not tonight though,” my friend explains. “I have to somehow pacify my father. You know my drill. ” I sigh. I know that her boyfriend and her dad don’t see eye to eye so it’s understandable. My friend will likely cook dinner for her father and play a board game with him. After that, they usually are fine like nothing happened. As the elevator door dings, I grab my luggage and begin to look for my suite. The hallway is spotless. The walls are beige in color, with occasional landscape paintings hanging. “Oh, yeah. ” I sympathize with her. “That’s so bad, though! But it’s okay, Kyla. I understand. I’ll be staying here for three nights anyway. So you can always follow and catch up, girl. ” I smile and open my suite in this exclusive luxury casino hotel with my access card. “I’m really sorry, Jody. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” she said apologetically. “Hey, no big deal. Atlantic City, New Jersey is right here to wait up for you! ” We both giggle as I close the door of my suite. I look around my suite where I’ll stay for three nights and four days, courtesy of my mother as my twenty-second birthday gift. I’ll be celebrating it in three days’ time, with Kyla. That’s the plan. My mother and father are divorced, and both are always busy with their own lives and businesses. So, this is how I’m going to celebrate my ...

BDSM, Spanking, Domination, Submission Short Story/Erotic Romance Clare is keeping a big secret from her husband. After six years of marriage, there’s something missing in their lives. Attempting to fill her lonely existence, Clare signs up for a kinky chat group. After weeks of chatting she agrees to meet with a Dom for hire. Will she go through with it? Does she dare? Will this mean the end of her marriage, or is it just another path to fulfillment? *************** Caught in the Rain Untitled Caught in the Rain A Contemporary BDSM Romance by Keta Diablo Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author and publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher and author. Copyright © Keta Diablo Cover Artist © The Book Khaleesi About Caught in the Rain Clare is keeping a big secret from her husband. After six years of marriage, there’s something missing in their lives. Attempting to fill her lonely existence, Clare signs up for a kinky chat group. After weeks of chatting she agrees to meet with a Dom for hire. Will she go through with it? Does she dare? Will this mean the end of her marriage, or is it just another path to fulfillment? * * * * * Chapter One I sip my coffee at the kitchen table and look out the window. Looks like rain again today. I can’t linger long, mull over the hundreds of questions rambling about my sleep-drugged brain. Bacon sizzles in the skillet, and the eggs are ready to be poached. What good would it do anyway to go through all the what-ifs, or if only I had done this, and if only he had done that? When did our marriage become so baseless, so null and dull? When did we begin making something out of nothing? Or making nothing at all? Michael calls down from the second floor, his smoky voice breaking into my reverie. “Clare, are you burning the bacon? I ease myself from the chair. Nothing can induce me to leap or bound into action anymore. See, what I mean? Why can’t he be gentler with his words, like, “Clare, honey, is the bacon burning? ” I don’t shout but raise my voic...

Living in the orthodox family is how much suffocating, painful and full of sufferings..This Vyom came to know when he committed a sin. A sin which he did unintentionally but that shook him internally so much that it became a nightmare for him and the end of his own old self.. And from the ashes of his old self he was newly born on the day when she hold his hands not in the wedding pavallion but on the day she had forgiven him... *************** Marriage or Murder Prologue "Please! Maa take her to the hospital. She is bleeding. Please,please take her to the hospital. I'm begging you. " Said 15 year old Vyom to his mother who is doing pooja. "Nothing will happen to her. Why are you crying for her. She is your wife, you have all rights on her. She has to do what you say. You're her god. You did nothing wrong. It's common. Even Me, your dadi, chachi (aunt) all are once in her place. And look we are fine. So don't worry nothing will happen to her. " Replied his mother in carefree tone. But her words didn't provide any comfort to Vyom. He was tensed after seeing 14 year old Meenakshi today's morning in his room. She was bleeding from her lower body. Anyone can say what happened to her just by a glance. Vyom was feeling guilty. He was feeling like he did a sin. A sin which he committed unintentionally as he didn't know about marriage life, difference between right or wrong. At the age of studying, learning and playing, they are living a life of husband-wife. His mother's word made him do something which he would not ever did if he didn't see the Meenakshi's condition. He took her to hospital by himself even after getting the opposings of his family members. He gets to know what he did but that is not the end.. but the start.. the start of changes and be free from his family thinking, their rules, values not for himself but for her.. his wife.. the women who will give birth to his children in future and for his children.. ....................................... Well to say correctly, while writing this book, there was only idea in mind that what will be today's scenario if things like Sati Pratha (system), Child Marriage, Dowry was never existed in our country in first place itself. I know there were many great leaders and social reformers who worked on these issues really hard to abolish them.. But are these things really vanished from our society except Sati System... Things chang...

He is Fred. His name is Fred, and nothing else. This short story reflects how the society look at the beggars in general. This is about those people who are willing to help the ones in need, but sometimes their help comes too late. *************** FRED I Saturday - March 12 - HE REMEMBERED... It was still raining outside. Since he woke up this morning at exactly 5:33, heavy rain was pouring all day. He could hear the loud splatters of raindrops on their roof, but this noise did not muffle the loud cry of the child outside. This child had already moved to his neighbor's open yard earlier this afternoon. His neighbor named Mercy Ramness lived across the main road, directly in front of his house. This evening, he, Mr. Arthur del Tokedo was peering through his window inside his room in the second floor of his three-storey house. He was staring at the poor child sitting right under the one-meter overhang roof of Mrs. Ramness. The orphan was clutching his stomach while crying so loud you'll wonder if he really was a child or just a little mentally retarded man. He is a child, maybe two or three in age, thought Mr. Arthur. I cannot mistake this assumption. His innocent face and his delicate physique are very much like to my youngest son's. Only that my son is healthy and clean, and I thank God for that. It was already 10:27 in the evening and his everyday routine was already done. The rain outside was still pouring. He kept on staring at the poor child. The child cried harder and was now shivering in his cold, soaked oversized shirt. He had no pants. "That shirt doesn't look like shirt anymore. It is now a rag. A torn and soaked dirty rag worn by a beggar child shivering outside my neighbor's house," he said in the dark. Suddenly, he saw Mrs. Ramness' window opened and came the angry yell of her voice out. "GET OFF HERE YOU LITTLE SCUM! GET OFF MY HOUSE! WE CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE OF YOUR CRY, YOU STUPID SONNOVABITCH! MOVE AWAY! The child clearly became frightened, cried even harder that he coughed several times that almost choked him. "STAY AWAY FROM HERE BEFORE YOU SPREAD SOME CONTAGIOUS DISEASE! GET OFF MY HOUSE! NOW! " The child just moved at the further side of the wall, away from the w...

Liam Davis is visiting his home town after three years where he has an encounter with Mr. Tom Morris, the most infamous man in the town. Despite multiple warnings from family and his own forebodings Liam finds himself immersed in Tom Morris’s life. His curiosity and desire to know more about Tom draws him towards dangerous paths. He does everything in his power to find out about Tom’s sketchy past, but he ends up discovering answers to questions in his own life. In a journey where he tries to find himself, he crosses the thresholds as he comes face to face with his past. But it’s not just his past that is at stake. Everything he holds dear is at risk as he tries to free those who are shackled by their own past. Will this measly encounter be enough to give Liam the courage he needs to tear down his old ways? Is Tom Morris the man everyone claims to be or is there a deeper secret at play? Will this be enough to mend Liam’s torn heart or will it be the very thing that tears it in two? *************** Yearning for Yesterday Saturday, 21st March 2020 The burnt house near the town square, on Lob Rez avenue, was the most famous place in this little town. Growing up I had heard many stories about that place. Everyone had a theory of their own surrounding that house. But the one common denominator in all of them was Mr. Tom Morris. He had been living in that house since before I was born. Someone once told me he gave a man a heart attack just by staring at him. Most people had never met him but it didn’t stop them from concocting juicy stories. My friends and I had just finished our coffee and were on our way to the junkyard. It was the place where all of us used to hang out. Not to gloat but I was a big deal in this town. The people of this town were proud of my accomplishments. I was the only person who had made it into the state’s football team. It has been seven years since we moved to the city. Since then we have visited a couple of times, the most recent being three years ago. But whenever we came to visit our home town, I was at times surrounded by loads of people. My mom loved it but I personally never enjoyed even a bit of it. Maybe it was because they only saw me for my accomplishments and nothing else. As we made our way through town we crossed ‘the ghost house'. That’s what everyone called it. Mr. Morris was standing on the porch with the morning paper in his hands. He was wearing a drab grey robe and white rubber slippers. Just the sight of him sent shivers down my spine. His glare felt like a thousand spiders were crawling under my skin. I tried not to look up but I couldn’t help myself. It was as if an intangible force pulled me towards it. My heart began to lurch as he looked towards us. His pale white skin was like that of a corpse. The only indicator of life were his dark blue eyes in midst of grey hair and a bony face. I had never seen someone as lean as he was. You could see the bones protrud

An innocent action brings about some smexy reaction between a pair of husband and wife longing for each other admist festival and family! *************** Aren't These Clothes Mine? Aren't These Clothes Mine? Aranya was exhausted! More than the physical exertion of organising a Diwali party, it was mentally and emotionally tiring to maintain peace and normality in their current family situation! Living amicably with her husband's ex and her five year old daughter alongwith with inlaws and grand-in laws was not her idea of an ideal family environment. She was ready to chuck Jasmine to the wolves (to her mom-in-law especially) and be done with her! Battling her loved ones and her heart daily, was taking a serious toll on her! She just wanted some peace and quiet. But what she needed most was to crawl in her husband's arms and stay there forever! But that also was proving to be difficult these days. Poor guy himself was getting pulled in multiple directions in the name of duty and expectations. Her heart ached for him. But forget consoling, the two of them hadn’t had a second to even talk to each other properly since Jasmine and her daughter had started living with them. Amidst all this, their hormones and personal desires had had to take a back seat for the time being! Her cupboard too was reflecting the turmoil in her personal life. Everything was messed up. And no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t find a single matching pair of pajamas! She was so tired she was practically falling asleep standing up. Aranya was just contemplating sleeping in as is when she spied Nikhil's favourite sleeping tee and track neatly folded on the bed among the folded laundry. On impulse she picked it up and brought it close to her. It smelled of him; a heady mixture of love, laughter, lightness, trust, acceptance, and his own personal scent. Without a second thought, Aranya took her husband's night clothes and went into the washroom to change. Just then Nikhil walked into their room. He was exhausted! He only wanted to close his eyes and forget the world outside his bedroom door for a few hours. But what he wanted the most w...

I have never been someone who would make someone proud. I was not somebody's love one, I was not a favorite child and I was not someone who was easy to handle and then she came in my life. *************** Second Chances Chapter 1 *facetime ringing * I looked at the screen and sighed. I put my AirPods on. " Hello mom. Good morning to you there. Yes, I'm... " I bite my lips to suppress a moan. " Mom, hold on for a second... " I turned my camera off and AirPods off. I looked at the girl deepthroating me and whispered to take it easy. She just smirked and continued to do it harder. Ah, that's why she's my favorite go-to. I returned to the call with my mom. "I'm back. What? No, it was nothing. Why am I biting my lips hard? It's kind of itchy. I have to go mom. Work starts early tomorrow. Uh huh love you too. Bye. " I slightly smiled at her and immediately ended the call and returned to what I was doing before my mother called. I shuddered. There goes the first round. We were doing the 69 when my mom called so I had not properly done my part. As she was about to stand up and change positions, I grabbed the toned booty cheeks of my favorite go-to girl and started licking her clit up and down. She moaned in surprise. I love those kind of reactions. I'm a sucker for surprised moans. I inserted my tongue inside her wet cunt and wiggled it inside. Another surprised moan came from her luscious and pink lips. I got more excited and I could feel my erection rising up again. I went back to her clit, circling it with my tongue over and over again until she shuddered. I siwtched our position and made her lie back with her legs resting on my shoulders and slammed my way into her. I grinned on another surprised and loud moan. As she raised her legs, I started rocking in a side-to-side motion. This feels so good and I can feel another shock wave coming. I trusted harder and faster into her. I trusted deeper, harder and faster and as she cried for her climax, I also shuddered in delight. I looked at her and I can see it in her face that she wants more and I know third round is coming. " Gori, I can feel you getting hard again. Seriously, your st...

The burden that pain lays on oneself, could either devastate or liberate. The question is, what pushes one to choose, to either break or be broken? In a world when darkness lurks to overpower, engulf and weigh you down, Nadia and Rene find themselves at crossroads, where they are confronted with choices that would define them. *************** Lurking... Lurking... “You’re late! ” said Nadia as she went on to give Rene a hug. “I’m never late, everyone else is simply early. ” She replied mockingly. “Early? It’s my bloody house! If only I had a dime each time you arrived late,” Nadia exclaimed sarcastically. “Oh, you cheapo! oooooh…This place looks stunning! ” The place looked marvelous, a stark opposite of what it had been a few months back. Subtle was certainly not what it was, as color seemed to hit at Rene from every direction. The entire apartment was a zingy combination of turquoise, orange, red, yellow, and a few other shades. A weird-looking, two-foot wooden sculpture, greeted her in the corridor. If an angry dwarf underwent taxidermy, that was what it would look like. Indoor potted plants marked every adjacent wall in the house. A generously stacked bookshelf now adorned the wall, where once hung way too many pictures - wedding, baby shower, travel tales, family, you name it. Not to mention the lavish chandelier. Nadia had certainly outdone herself this time. Rene remarked as she looked around, “Seems like somebody has been redecorating. ” “Well, there isn’t much to do, you know, with Zack in boarding school…” “Oh yeah! How is he? Does he like it? ” Rene enquired, almost embarrassed that she forgot the ‘being kicked out of school’ ordeal. “He was upset for quite some time, was kinda acting up, violently too. But now, with his counseling sessions and stuff, he seems to be settling in. ” “That’s good, isn’t it? ” “Dude, it’s great! From the time he’s back for summer break, all he wants is waffles; Nutella waffles, banana waffles, whipped cream, maple syrup... he seems almost normal …like before. ” Nadia replied beaming with a sigh of relief. “Hahaha… he’s always been a sweet fellow. Where’s he though? ” “I parcelled him off with Dave,” said Nadia as she uncorked a bottle of red wine and hand her a glass, “He’s at my in-laws for the weekend. Didn’t I tell you it is Simone’s f...

this short story is about yourself acceptance. we should be always with us no matter what happens, if we are with yourself than the rest of world must have accept us. *************** I am with Me I am with Me. She was silent like silence, her face was full with so much explainable emotions, her heart was filled with so much indescribably feeling, lots of unspoken words are stuck on her tongue, her eyes were glued on the marble floor, the entire toilet is silent with her. And for now in this moment she was just thinking. Thinking about past, the past who filled with failure, she didn't understand how can she say this to the world that what she was in real. The world thought that she is winner but only she knew how much Big looser she was, today they saying her come to the stage and share your struggles and this victory with world as she won the great music award. But what she can share with world that she has so many failures in past, she was dumb student and get insult daily in class and being bullied so many times, what she said to them that her parents were never support her they never ever felt proud on her she never saw them on results days, their seats ware empty as because she got promoted pass always, they were so proud on their other kids, her siblings always try to realize her that she is weak, looser than them she can never beat them even in sports, she never have friends, a bullied child who was always cried into the lock bathroom and live silent, after that who wants to be friends with her, she fell in love with the person who never accept her love, he wants a beautiful intelligent girl not a clumsy oaf. How can she say this to world that all she has was just a loneliness. No one was with her, when she completed her graduation in English with low grades no one wished her, she was facing a hard time for seeking a job but she got lost, when her degree didn't support her than she go with her talents, she started making song her first song "love is missing" was the flopped the all she received was criticism like always. And than she started returned to world all those behavior which they give her, she never ever have someone she...

Daisy was running away from Craig. But for her to fully escape from his evilness, she needs to leave Christian, her husband who she loves with all her heart. *************** Two Faced Untitled “E-ENOUGH, C-Craig. I-I can’t do this a-anymore. P-please,” Daisy begs with a shaky voice. But no matter how much she pleads, Craig never listens. She already came many times after Craig took her roughly the whole night that her womanhood was still sensitive. “C-Craig, please, s-stop- mmhh! ” her legs starts shaking uncontrollably when her husband controlled the sex machine to higher speed, thrusting roughly and deeper inside her. She was in a doggy style position while the dildo was positioned behind her. There was a rectangular box in between her legs and arms that she got no choice but to remain in that position. Her hands and feet were tied that refrains her from moving- . “Come on, Daisy, I know you’re enjoying this so much. ” “S-stop this Craig, p-please. ” “You’re making me annoyed, Daisy. How can you hate it when it’s me but you love it so much when it’s Christian? Why can’t you love me the way you love him? Why?! ” Just hearing his voice sends chills down to her spine. “C-Christian, please help me. I can’t do this anymore. Please. ” She received a strong slap from Craig. “How dare you call him when I’m the one with you. He’ll never come back for you, Daisy. You’re all mine! ” She thought that was already the maximum speed of the sex machine but she was wrong. She keeps on moaning as it hits her sweet spot again. She can no longer remember how many times she came that night. Her mind always tells her that this is no longer right. Her heart aches whenever her husband does such things to her. But then, her body always betrays her. Her whole body was shaking after she came. She’s sure the dildo was still inside her and moving but at that moment, it’s like that part of her body was already numbed. She feels like she’s about to faint because of exhaustion. Craig grabs her hair and lift her head so she could look at him. “I’m sure you still want more. ” She’s already tired defending herself. She knows Craig wont ...

Balak nang wakasan ni Romeo ang buhay niya nang bumagsak mula sa langit ang mahiwagang itlog. Lumabas sa itlog ang batang anghel na nagngangalang Angelica. Sa loob ng 31 days mapagbago kaya ng cute na anghel ang binatang si Romeo? An inspirational story about a boy meets an angel. *************** 31 Days With Angelica 31 Days With Angelica Matatapos na rin sa wakas ang lahat ng paghihirap at sakit na nararamdaman ko! MGA katagang naglalaro sa isip ni Romeo, balak niyang tapusin ang buhay niya sa pagbibigti. Nang hindi ito natuloy dahil sa isang misteryosong tinig na nagpahinto sa kanya. Napapaligiran ng maraming puno, madamong kapatagan at ligaw na halaman ang kinaroroonan ni Romeo. Nakatali sa malaking sanga ng puno ang lubid habang nakatungtong siya sa silya. Isang sipa lang niya rito ay masasakal na siya ng lubid na nakapalibot sa leeg ni Romeo. Dahil sa tinig na narinig niya, nahinto siya ‘t nakiramdam sa paligid. “Mabuhay ka at huwag mawalan ng pag-asa! ” Palingon-lingon si Romeo sa paligid nang magulat siya sa kakaibang bagay na lumutang sa harapan niya. Bigla lang iyong sumulpot nang hindi niya namamalayan kung saan nanggaling. Basta ang napansin lang niya ay isang mabilis na liwanag ang tila bumulusok mula sa langit at heto nga ang bagay na nasa harapan niya. “I-Isang…” nauutal at kinakapos na salita ni Romeo. “I-Isang—itlog?! ” malakas na sigaw ng binata. Nagpatalbog-talbog ang itlog sa hangin na parang ang saya-saya nito. “Kumusta? Huwag kang matakot, ipinadala ako ng langit para sa isang misyon! ” sabi ng kulay puti at malaking itlog sa hangin. “N-Nagsasalitang—itlog?! ” bulalas niyang muli. Matapos sumigaw nang malakas, nawalan ng malay si Romeo’t tuluyan nang humandusay sa lupa. Nagkaroon pa nang kaunting lakas si Romeo para silayan ang itlog na nagpapalutang-lutang sa hangin. Nahawakan niya ang leeg niya’t nahawakan ang putol na lubid. “A-Ano’ng klase ng nilalang…” putol ni Romeo nang hindi na niya matapos ang pagbulong dahil nawalan na siya nang malay-tao. NAGISING si Romeo na nasa loob ng kuwarto’t nakahiga sa kanyang kama. Bumangon siya’t nasandal sa malambot na unan sa sandalan. Isang malalim na buntong-hininga ang ginawa ni Romeo, bago tuluyang alalahanin ang nangyari sa kanya bago siya mapunta sa loob ng kuwarto. “Kanina la...

Nancy went back to her village to help her grieving aunt prepare for the burial of her uncle. She thought it would be simple and all she had to do was give her aunt a shoulder to cry on. But what her aunt truly needed was a lot of blood and a last conversation with her husband. *************** Blood in the Bamboo Hut Blood in the Bamboo Hut “Guagua! ” I quickly grabbed my backpack and rushed down the aisle of the provincial bus, past the empty seats whose passengers got off at a mall in the last city. The driver was shielding half his face from the blinding sun in front of the tall windshield and the conductor greeted me as I got off the elevated steps and onto the ashen gravel road of the highway. The bus took off and left a trail of dirt and smoke in its wake. I felt the heat burning the back of my neck as I walked toward the line of tricycles on the side of the intersecting road. “The hut near the church, please. ” The tricycle crossed the highway, forcing a bus to stop and let us pass by. On the side of the road, there was a creek with a big bank and a small stream glistening under the ray of the sun. Then the view from the sidecar suddenly changed into rows of cement houses. Our province has always been known for farming and fishing. It was littered with flatlands, grasslands, and fish ponds. Guagua never had a lot of trees. It had been like this since I was a child. There were just houses and dust. The only thing different was how much more unbearable the heat had gotten. Less than a minute off an aircon bus and my handkerchief was already drenched with my sweat. Aunt Conching’s bamboo hut was close to the main road. It’s at the first corner down the street, right next to the small church. The hut was older than her. Despite her children’s offers of renovating it into a cement house using the money they’ve earned overseas, my aunt had always refused to change it. It was an ancestral home and she wanted it to stay the same as it was in her childhood. It wasn’t like any normal hut people in the city would expect. This long rectangular bamboo hut was built with more than one room inside. Its biggest room was the living room which took up half of the hut. The other half was separated into two rooms, the kitchen and the bedroom. The...

Three men, suffering from amnesia, are stuck inside a cube like prison that has no windows or doors, and they try their best to survive and find a way out of there. What lies beyond the prison is something more convoluted than they could even imagine. *************** The Contrivances of Humanity The Sole Chapter The silence of the night felt pleasurable as he glared towards the city lights in the distance from the balcony of his apartment. He could hear the faint noises that the streets were producing at that hour, the rustling of the leaves as the wind caressed them, the sound of the contact between the bottle in his hand and the railing. He took a swig which rendered the bottle empty, threw it in the darkness and went inside. The television was switched on, but his attention was more towards the floor rather than the attractively dressed host welcoming the contestants on a show that he barely cared about. Albeit the sound of the TV was a little louder than usual, it wasn't reaching him; all he could hear was the bellows of the departed. As tears found their way down the ridges of his face and pain overtook his body once again, he thought about the promise he had made to his friends. He stood up, made his way towards the piece of furniture, conveniently placed at the center of the room, and climbed it with whatever strength he had left in his body. The noose around his neck felt like a release from the anguish that his heart had refused to let go; the regret that had made its home in his mind. As his hand gently touched the rope around his neck, he could feel the rare comfort that he felt around his cellmates, and their faces were all he could imagine at that moment. “I’m sorry” he murmured, before knocking the stool from under him. ----------------------------- "Where am I? ” he said as he opened his eyes to find himself in a room that could only be described as a decrepit, hollow, concrete cube. “No idea, mate. ” said another man who seemed as clueless as the one who asked. “You’ve been out for quite some time now. This one and I were about to just chop ya and eat ya. ” the heavy Australian accent didn’t make it sound less horrifying. He looked at the other man standing at the corner of the room and tried to...

Alex Goo is one of Seoul University’s registered heartthrobs. Females and males alike considered him to be the “Perfect Boyfriend” of the Architecture Department. He was tall, handsome, and smart, not to mention athletic, it was undeniable that he was a catch among the female and female hearts population. But despite all that, he was still dumped by his girlfriend, nevertheless, he kept up a positive attitude towards everything and never closed his heart to love. Charmaine Park is a transfer student from Australia. The moment she stepped foot inside the University, people knew that she was bad news. She is tall, gorgeous, and extremely smart, she has fiery red hair but personality as cold as ice, barely giving a smile and barely interacting with people except for her childhood bestfriend, Jennifer. She was a mystery unable to be cracked by people. She was the epitome of a beautiful, dark, mystery, with a chilling and haunting background. Like a moth drawn to flame, Alex couldn’t help but be captivated by *************** The Australian Girl Prologue ITALICS - Indicates the a flashback GLIMPSE * Everything hurts so much. It's damp and dark and I don't know where I am. I could feel the burn from the restrictions on my wrists and ankles. My legs felt numb from sitting down in one place for so long. The cloth that covered my eyes is now damp around the edges from all the sweat and perspiration, from both the heat and nervousness. Drip. Drip. Drip. Apart from silence, only the sound of water droplets falling on wet ground could be heard around this place. Like a broken faucet in the sink, the drops echoed and reverberated around this large hell hole. One. Two. Three. How long? How long has it been since I last saw light? Hours? Days? Weeks? How long? How long until he comes back? A muffled sob escaped my lips as multiple realizations finally hit me. I'm going to die. I don't know where I am. I don't know why I'm here. My throat was dry and croaky from all of the screaming that I've been doing to get help. Joshua. Is he safe? Where is he? Is he coming for me? Is anyone? "HELP ME! " I cried out once again, "ANYONE! PLEASE! " My voice began to crack, "Someone, please," I whimpered. Hot tears began to seep through the cloth and it made it even more uncomfortable than it already is. I hung my head in defeat. Will I ever get out of here? Mom, dad, my brother, are you all looking for me? Are you worried, too? The sound of chains falling on a pavement and an Iron Gate opening suddenly broke through the sound of silence. I was now on high alert, relying on my hearing to have some sort of sense as to what will happen to me now. Metals clashing, and keys jingling echoed around me, footsteps that went to my direction soon followed the sudden noise. My breath started to heave as panic began to fill my chest. My heart pounded against my chest and there was a slight ringing in my ear. Tap, tap, tap. The footsteps taunted me, mock

Luna Greene is a 24 year old girl that has no idea what's going on in her life, until she literally runs into the Alpha of Gray-moon pack. She's terrified of love because of her past, and she treats her mate like he's trash because of it. when she was 4 years old she was put into foster care because they left her at the park all alone and she doesn't know who her parents are or if they were even alive. so if you want to, follow Luna's journey while she figures out who she is. *************** loves a game, wanna play? Chapter One |Who am I?| It's been forever since I thought about who I am. The last time I actually thought about it was when I was turning 16. I was at a friend's house getting ready for a party that her boyfriend was hosting. My good friend Zoe at the time decided that they should dazzle me up for my crush. I honestly thought that what they were doing was a waste of their time. No one like Parker would come up to a plain old, not pretty, overweight girl, and say something like ‘Hey, I think you're pretty, wanna be my girlfriend? ' I've tried to tell them that but they laugh it off and continue with my make-up. When they got done they dragged me to the car with Zoe's 6 inch platform stilettos. I tried to tell them I didn't want to wear the shoes, the mini skirt, and a crop top because it made me look like a hooker. Zoe shot me a look of apology, which confused me at the time. When we pulled up to the house, everybody got out except for me. Anabel came up to the door and wondered out loud why I didn't come out with them. I told her point blank that I didn't feel comfortable wearing this in front of Parker or any one else in that matter. She just scoffed and yanked me out of the car. I tried to get over my fear. I was still shaking, terrified. That was until Zoe came up to me and whispered in my ear saying that I shouldn't be scared. That Parker likes me, that I need to walk in there confidently and just wait until he comes up to me and pulls me away. so I said ok and did just that. When I walked in there everyone stopped talking and looked at me. I have a feeling they didn't know who I was. Once I saw Parker he looked at me shocked and started towards me. Anabel started giggling and said ‘he's all yours. ' I nodded my head and met him by the bathroom door. He opens the bathroom door and pulls me in. The next thing I know is that I'm rushing out the bathroom with tears running down my face. Then I hear...

Part of My Filthy Fairytales One Shots. Book 1: STOLEN MERMAID. This is Book 2: WITHIN THE FRAME (Dorian Gray) Book 3: A SINGLE TASTE Book 4: THE CERISE CLOAK I thought it was only a painting. I was captivated. Mesmerized and I had to have it. In turn, he had to have me. I didn't know the beginning would also be the end of me. It was only a painting. *************** Within the Frame The Acquisition I had never really been one for paintings but something about this one spoke to me. It could've been the man's smokey gray eyes or the way he looked at you through hooded eyes with a lowered head. Like he knows something I don't... I'd ended up at the auction only because my boyfriend, Tim, had dragged me here. He enjoyed the sophistication of the events, dressing me up like a pretty doll, and wearing his own expertly tailored suits and perfectly tied cravats. Cravat. I almost giggled to myself. It seemed such a strange word for modern days. The auction was being held in some man's mansion. Tim knew him. I didn't. But it was quite lovely. White walls with a vaulted ceiling. Accompanied by a low hanging chandelier with diamond shaped bulbs illuminated the room in a warm glow. The tinkling of glasses echoed in the large room. Waiters walked around offering everyone more wine and expensive hors d'oeuvres. Music which seemed far too old for the time played from a speaker a distance away. The tables were covered in lavender laced cloths and everyone was beginning to sit down with their little numbered signs to begin the bidding. Men were adjusting their suits as though they were preparing for some sort of battle rather than readying to raise their sign a few inches. I nearly laughed. This wasn't my type of setting. But Tim liked to take me places like this to 'show me off' he called it. *** I listened to the jumble of murmured voices and masculine laughter. Women tossing little furs over their shoulders as they giggled in response. As if they had any idea what the men were discussing. I don't. I was willing to admit it. These were the items that a museum had acquired a few years ago. But during recent renovations they had found higher valued items so were willing to let these go. There were some shiny things that I barely paid attention to as I expected a roll of meat and cream cheese, assessing whether there might be s...

Great Lovaria is a story about Desire; Hatred; Betrayal and Love. (King Ashford) He loved his brother but never knew that his brother's desire was to replace him as Great Lovaria's king. He (Prince Edric) desires and is ready to do everything he can to get what he wants. He is successful and will be crowned as King. He never knew that his brother (King Ashford) had a son. A son who can replace him as king anytime. He is a prince of Great Lovaria. He himself doesn't know that he is a prince. *************** Great Lovaria Chapter 1:Prince Edric's Desire "My Lord, what you are asking me to do can not be done, it is impossible and unthinkable of me to do as you say my lord, " said the royal physician, his heart having missed a beat. "Who dares refuse what I command? Kindler, are you this disrespectful? " A furious male voice thundered, the one who uttered these words wasn't facing Kindler. Kindler was standing behind him. The one known as Kindler calmly said,"Not that my lord, it is so because my king trusts me with his whole life and has done good for me and my household, I would be a traitor to my king, my lord if I did as you ask. " On hearing this he veered around facing Kindler, he had black, shoulder-length hair which slightly revealed an angry face; thin beard with neatly trimmed sides. In his neck was a golden medallion, he wore a brown leather armour and had five golden rings on his right hand and three on his left. Whatever he was; he was a powerful person because he was called lord. "How dare you to praise my brother in my presence," The one called Lord shouted out of anger. Kindler got scared. "You mumble 'my king has done good for me and my household' now you listen to me Mister Kindler. " He stopped after hearing the huge large doors being opened, someone was coming, he was 5 feet tall and had the type of beard which traced the jawline and was paired with a moustache. "Tell me, Darek," he said. Standing straight and picking his nails, he said, "Prince Edric-- Immediately, horizontal wrinkles appeared on his forehead; his eyebrows raised; and his eyes widened, "since when Darek? " the one called prince Edric yelled. "Ah, my lord, no, not my lord, your majesty," Darek let out, kneeling on the ground and lowering his head. "Well done Darek, rise and go on," Prince Edric ordered. "Yes, what the majesty asked has been done, " he said. "Great, '' Prince Edric said, "Mister Kindler, I guess you live with someone, she might be pretty old, possibly in her 80'...

"Human lives are short... Isn't it?", you muttered to the brothers, sighing in both hopelessness and despair. You faced them with a bittersweet smile, seeing their faces covered in deep melancholy, telling you to do something for you to stay forever. Misty eyes filled the entire living room, giving a heavy atmosphere that's splitting your guts in guilt and remorse. You clung on to your chest and breathed before speaking another word. The only thing you could do for now was to keep them smiling until your last breath. One of them spoke in a shaking manner, "Are you really okay to leave us after years?" You couldn't hide your tears anymore. You finally spoke, "If you don't want me to, why not?" *************** TIMELESS; BOUNDLESS [Obey Me x Fem Reader] Important Notes & Story Info (Please read) Title /Timeless; Boundless/ /Timeless/ Meaning: Untimely, something that is eternally present Story Description This is my foremost fanfiction of the Otome Game, "Obey Me". As said in the title, there'll be different scenarios depending on the route you are going to take as you proceed with the chapters. The appearances might be sort of 'oneshots' but a single route might take at least 3-5 chapters; hence, a short story divided. I will do every single character present in the devildom so that everyone can enjoy reading the routes of their biases in the game. As to inform my possible readers, I write something more emotional and tragic so you will be expecting scenes that might be explicit: containing violence, sex, war, mental illnesses, suicide, and etcetera. This is because I write my own experiences and/or nightmares metaphorically. You can give me suggestions for improvements! Ples T_T Oh, by the by! I will be doing female oriented stories since I can't do other genders yet. But if I'm ready, I'mma do male oriented fanfics fuhu~ (my alter loves yaoi so- lol) And to lift the serious atmosphere of this one hell of a bummer, I will allow story requests and collaborations for oneshots after I finished all of the characters in the story. Bear with me, I have no friends TwT. I will make fanarts for each hubby after a completed story as my payment. Btw, everyone will get their bae's route here hehe. Even the side characters of the game so that you can smooch them ;> Without further ado, please do enjoy my storytime and immerse yourself in your journey in Devildom. Special Features The entire plot doesn't focus on a single genre and has unique events for a new reading experience. It also portrays real events such as strong friendships, going through hardships, love for family, mutual understandings, and critically making life decisions. As a fun fact, the story...

Short Stories Are Love Affairs. This book contains short stories full of romance. Every story has a different background and setting. *************** Yearning Hearts Beloved One Beloved noun Dearly loved محبوب // معنی: (حبً - پیارا ہونا) ///// مجھ سے مت پوچھ میرے محبوب کی سادگی کا انداز نظریں بھی مجھ پہ تھیں پردہ بھی مجھ سے تھا. The wind chime was swaying producing a harmonic music, the white curtains of balcony were flowing with the air. She was sitting on the bed a laptop in front of her and a journal placed on her lap. She was completing her assignment which was due tomorrow. A yawn escaped her lips, her eyes were getting heavier and heavier by the minute. Now she was regretting watching a movie she should have completed her assignment. But it was fault of Beena who took her to watch a movie. She looked at the cup but it was empty, till now she had drowned three cups of coffee. Her head was aching and the only solution was coffee. She placed the journal on bed and got up, picking the cup she went to get herself coffee. The hall was dimly lit, it was past midnight everyone was asleep. She padded the stairs quietly and went in the kitchen. She put the kettle on stove and sat on the counter waiting for the water to boil. "Zahe naseeb" She jumped down from the counter hearing a voice. When she looked at the kitchen door Samar was standing there looking at her with a mischievous grin. She tightened her scarf around her, she was wearing a T-shirt and tights, she had picked up the scarf just in case. He came closer to her slowly while she was backing away but the counter behind her stopped her movement. "I didn't expected to see you here" He smiled at her, she scoffed at him and turned her face towards the kettle, the water was boiled but she didn't pay attention. She quickly turned off the stove and poured the water in the mug and started mixing the coffee hurriedly. She picked up the mug and turned to leave but he came in front of her quickly stopping her from leaving. "Leave" She told him quietly, and moved again but this time her hand was captured in his, she looked at him with a...