Short stories Books for Women
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Passion Flora
Angleterre, juin 1718 Flora, ou le destin brisé d'une jeune roturière qui a tout perdu, y compris la vue, à la suite d'un accident. Plus rien ne la retient de mettre fin à ses jours... Sauf peut-être l'homme honni qui est la cause de son malheur : le duc Philip de Wharteston. Pourtant, c'est cet homme qui sauvera Flora des ténèbres, en l'emportant dans le monde tourbillonnant des plaisirs, et en la ramenant à la vie par l'emprise d'un désir ardent... Illustration : Martine Provost/0/52509/coverorgin.jpg?v=68691b762dfd6a1f4142512665e7d1e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The power of choice
A family sat down on the bed at night for a summer night words of wisdom by their father Jameson. During this, Jameson finds out that his childrens did not understand his proverbs then he brings in a short story in which the children's later gain knowledge and understanding of it ./0/19417/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfd651d1bf7d238ea758d45c7d840187&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Bidder (Savior or Villian)
A girl named "Swara" spending her life, by doing a job in one cafe in the city of "London." She was happy in her small world created by herself. However, her life changed when she got kidnapped one day while returning from her job at night. Later, when she opened her eyes, she found herself tied with a pole. And in front of her were standing the people, who were having the sight of vultures. "No...," she murmured in fear./0/18452/coverorgin.jpg?v=ccf0b052b31f7a65cb235212620a9e1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Abhor & Amour
Sanjana - a strong and independent girl in an arranged marriage set up gets married to Akshay Singhania--the typical arrogant, rude and domineering CEO. Sanjana is not someone who will let you walk all over her and Akshay is the one who wants everyone to walk on his whims. What happens when these two are thrown in a relationship that too of a marriage--sparks are bound to fly. Of hate or of love?/0/61607/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfd36484f85104419a409a5306143935&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wild Pleasures( Steamy Romance)
Rated: strictly 18+ This collection of short steamy erotic stories is a tantalizing journey into the world of passion and lust. Each story immerses readers in intense and intimate encounters, exploring the boundaries of desire and pleasure. From fiery romances to forbidden fantasies, these tales push the limits of sensuality and seduction. Get ready to be swept away by the heat and intensity of these steamy narratives, where passion reigns supreme and desires are unleashed without inhibition./1/116439/coverorgin.jpg?v=52683f20dcf66138b8ac82104bb7aa7e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wildest Desire: A Dark Erotic Short Story Collection
Warning: These stories are raw, intimate, and unapologetically intense, written for readers who crave dark, twisted, and emotionally charged erotica. Beware, some hungers don't loosen their grip once awakened. ~~~ "Look at you, turned on already. Look at your pussy, glistening and oozing even in the dark." "I'm not..." The words die on my lips as his eyes darken. "Touch yourself. Dig your finger into your hole and see for yourself just how filthy you are." It isn't a request. It's a motherfucking command. ~~~ This collection explores everything from sexual manipulation and temptation to consuming need, obsession, power imbalance, forbidden attraction, and Dom/Sub dynamics. Each story is nasty, tainted, and designed to leave you corrupted. Whether it's the cold, aloof single dad, the ruthless, wicked debt collector, or the client you simply can't ignore, each tale will wreck you in the best possible way, and leave you burning for days to come. If you're bold enough, turn the page./0/47656/coverorgin.jpg?v=f10e4ebaabb1b4be8ffe3435927a8b6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Moonlight Bride
An arranged marriage. A perfect bride. An old, creepy mansion. Deive thought he is lucky to be paired with Callea Lopez - she's beautiful, talented, and loyal. Except she lives on a haunted mansion. And she is keeping secrets from him. Original cover by Runa Lee, lunafatima1093@gmail.com/1/101518/coverorgin.jpg?v=578ea0b730c71843a78fb466c984f228&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven words
Mara Vance never expected her life to shatter in an instant. But one late-night message-seven careless words never meant for her-exposes the truth her fiancé thought he'd buried. "She won't suspect anything tonight." Betrayal should have broken her. Instead, it sharpened her. While Marcus scrambles to keep his perfect image intact, Mara begins a quiet, calculated unraveling of everything he cherishes. Not loud. Not messy. No screaming, no scenes. Just a slow, elegant destruction designed to make him question his reputation... his future... and eventually, his sanity. As old loyalties shift and hidden secrets crawl into the light, Mara discovers that revenge isn't a moment-it's a strategy. And the sweetest payback is the kind no one sees coming until it's far too late. Seven words ended her trust. Now seven thousand unspoken plans will end his world. A tense, intoxicating story of love turned weapon-where the real damage is done in silence./0/27220/coverorgin.jpg?v=66d900b98cb3316174b0e012c69fd287&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Terror in the mountains
A group of three girls go to a private chalet to spend three days as a holiday in the mountainous forest side. And to add to it there is a wild wolf who is roaming outside and the caretaker who is an ex murderer. Jeremy their friend is supposed to join them but goes missing before he even reaches there and they end up getting stuck with no light and phone connection. And many more stories .. A collection of thriller mystery romance adventure suspense historical novellas./0/18137/coverorgin.jpg?v=8719088d1bc6346e06e7dbdb1eb6cc61&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bad Boy's Baby
COMPLETED Sequel to "The Bad Boy Likes Me?" You should probably read that before you read this one. Jesse Collins and Kasey Collins have been happily married and they both have been working and putting some money aside for their little bundle of joy that is on the way. However, with jealous fangirls, haters and people who aren't necessary good, how will jesse and Kasey make it through. Better yet, will they? What will happen when you mix love and bad people?/0/19435/coverorgin.jpg?v=0c9bd81b5ebf424e2e7fd157ccfdb1af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Time Beyond A Dream
"What if you could wake up in your dreams and live out your wildest fantasies, every night? What would you do?" Catherine wishes all her dreams were just like those that everyone has. Yet her dream was different. Her dreams weren't rainbows and sunshine however, her dreams became her reality. After all, she was the descendant of the first Mark. The bridge of the Land of Nod. But everyone she loves could be gone in a minute, that's why she'd concealed it. Nobody knew that she was the daughter of fire. Yet, Catherine was beyond miserable, how they played her, how she was a puppet. Her furious eyes were her pain untold, and she wished she could show it, she does. But, she has to let them in so that she can trust them, but fear was her enemy, she doesn't know whom to trust. And they shattered her hope, lies were told./1/111905/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf15e6eb178b401bf43c4dbe11808cff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION: Creaming on daddies spicy erotica
TRIGGER WARNING Close this page right now if any of these will ruin your day: • Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession • Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad's downstairs. Kitchen-counter pounding with the cake burning. One last soul-shattering night on the eve of Liam's wedding to his old school crush. She knows it's wrong. He knows it's wrong. But every time he growls "Mom" and slams into her, wrong feels so fucking right. No hearts and flowers. No redemption arc. Just sweat, cum, guilt, and the kind of dirty, obsessive sex that leaves you shaking. If you want your taboo served raw, breathless, and unapologetic-this one will ruin you in the best way./0/44425/coverorgin.jpg?v=c5654173d4c668d6c9ea40bb9d802724&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The African Giant
In the heart of the African savannah, where the sun blazed with an unrelenting intensity, a magnificent presence cast its shadow over the arid landscape. This was the realm of Tembo, a towering giant whose very presence commanded awe and reverence. Aptly named the African Giant, Tembo was more than a mere elephant; he was a guardian, a sentinel of the plains, a living embodiment of strength and wisdom that stood as a beacon of hope amidst the harsh realities of the wild. His massive form moved with a grace that belied his immense stature. Towering tusks curved elegantly, gleaming like ivory treasures against the backdrop of golden grasses. His eyes, deep pools of ancient knowledge, surveyed the vast expanse with a gentle yet unwavering vigilance. With each deliberate step, the earth seemed to acknowledge his authority, yielding beneath the weight of his colossal frame. But what truly set Tembo apart was a gift that transcended his physical presence—the extraordinary memory that resided within his mighty brain. Every encounter, every moment, etched itself into his consciousness, forming a tapestry of experiences that spanned the breadth of his existence. This memory, a repository of wisdom and insight, earned him the revered title of "Tembo: The Memory-Bound Guardian." Amidst the ebb and flow of life on the savannah, Tembo's watchful eye extended beyond his own kind. He assumed a role that went beyond his duty to his fellow elephants, becoming a silent protector of all who tread upon the African soil. The gazelles, the zebras, the lions, and the myriad of creatures that inhabited this unforgiving terrain found solace in his presence. His hulking silhouette was a symbol of assurance, an emblem of solidarity that resonated across species. Yet, as the relentless sun gave way to ominous drought, casting a bleak shadow upon the land, even Tembo's indomitable spirit faced its greatest challenge. The once-thriving oasis with its life-giving waters had succumbed to the unrelenting thirst of the land. Desperation rippled through the air like a palpable force, and the animals of the plains gazed at the empty skies with a longing that seemed to pierce the very heavens. In the midst of this dire plight, Tembo's memory emerged as a beacon of salvation. A distant oasis, a sanctuary untouched by the cruel grasp of drought, resided within the labyrinth of his mind. The memory, a glimmer of hope amid the suffocating despair, beckoned him to action. With a determination that radiated from the depths of his being, Tembo embarked on a journey—a pilgrimage of courage and resilience that would forever etch his name into the annals of time. As the tale of Tembo unfolds, the African plains transform into a tapestry woven with threads of unity, kindness, and unwavering courage. Through the trials and triumphs of his odyssey, the legacy of the African Giant reverberates across continents, echoing down the corridors of time. The legend of Tembo transcends mere words, transforming into a profound reminder—a testament to the boundless power that lies within each of us to ignite change, to nurture hope, and to carve a legacy that defies the constraints of mortality./0/78494/coverorgin.jpg?v=90387befb65348193257c2e41f95d393&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Laced with lies
Juliet leaned against the weathered rail of the boardwalk, the salty breeze tangling her hair as she closed her eyes. Allen's laughter echoed in her mind-quiet, low, the kind that wrapped around her ribs and stayed. They used to sit on this very spot, passing sketches between them, dreaming of galleries and quiet lives. He had called her "wild with restraint," a phrase she never understood until he was gone. She could still feel the warmth of his hand in hers, the way his eyes softened when he looked at her art. "Don't vanish," he had whispered. And yet, she had. The town of Bridgeport hadn't changed much in eight years. The same white cottages lined the coast, the same gulls circled overhead, and the same scent of seaweed and cinnamon buns from Margie's Diner floated on the wind. It was Juliet who had shifted, reformed, rebuilt herself in cities where no one knew her name. She turned back from the rail and walked toward the cluster of buildings that made up the town's center. Her father's campaign posters were pasted on nearly every pole-Lewis Johnson for State Senate. The sight made her stomach twist. Juliet had returned for three reasons: to sell her late mother's house, to visit Allen's grave, and to face the past long enough to escape it for good. But the house had not welcomed her. Dusty, echoing, full of old canvases she'd never finished, the rooms felt like frozen whispers of a girl she no longer was. She reached Margie's and stepped inside, the bell over the door chiming like an old friend. A few heads turned. A pause. Then came the hush. "Juliet Johnson?" Margie stepped from behind the counter, wiping her hands on her apron, eyes wide. "Well, I'll be. You're a ghost." Juliet smiled faintly. "Just visiting." Margie's hug was warm and cinnamon-scented. "Your daddy'll be glad to know you're in town." Juliet doubted that. "I'll stop by." Margie gave her a booth and a slice of cherry pie without asking. As she ate, Juliet stared at the walls. Photos from decades past filled them: fishermen, town fairs, prom queens, and one image in particular-a black-and-white shot of Allen and Juliet on the boardwalk, his arm draped around her shoulder, both laughing mid-sentence. It hurt to look at. So she didn't. The next morning, Juliet walked to the cemetery on the edge of town, her sketchpad tucked under her arm. She passed rows of sun-faded headstones until she reached Allen's. The marker was modest-Allen Graves, Beloved Son, Dreamer, 1989–2017. At its base were seashells, dried flowers, and a small bundle of pencils bound by twine. She knelt. Ran her fingers over the name. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I shouldn't have left the way I did." There was no reply, of course. Just the distant crash of waves and the rustling of dune grass. But Juliet opened her sketchbook anyway and began to draw. A boy at peace. A sea that never stopped moving. She didn't hear the footsteps until they were close. A small voice broke the silence. "Are you an artist?" Juliet turned. A boy stood a few feet away, freckled, maybe ten years old, holding a crumpled bag of marbles. He looked like Allen had once-same dark hair, same curious eyes. "I am," she said. "My name's Marco. My granddad's buried over there." He pointed. "What's your name?" "Juliet." He nodded solemnly, then peered at the sketch. "He looks nice." "He was." Marco looked at the grave. "You must've loved him." Juliet didn't answer right away. "I did. In ways I didn't understand until I couldn't tell him anymore." Marco sat cross-legged beside her, uninvited but not unwelcome. "I think when you draw someone, it means you still love them." Juliet smiled. "You might be right." They sat there for a while, two strangers in quiet company. When Juliet finally stood, Marco said, "You should come to the boardwalk fair. It's tomorrow night. My mom says it's the best thing about this town." Juliet hesitated, then nodded. "Maybe I will." Later that afternoon, she found herself in her father's office. Lewis Johnson stood behind his desk, speaking into a headset, gesturing toward charts on a whiteboard. Politics still clung to him like cologne. Juliet waited until he noticed her. He froze mid-sentence. "Juliet," he said, removing the headset. "Hello, Dad." He crossed the room in two strides and pulled her into a surprisingly firm hug. "It's been too long." She stiffened, then relaxed. "Eight years." "You could've called." "You could've asked why I left." A beat passed. He didn't answer. Instead, he motioned to a chair. "You look well." "So do you. Campaigning suits you." "It's exhausting." He smiled thinly. "But rewarding. We're close." Juliet nodded, unsure what to say. So many unspoken things between them. He cleared his throat. "Your brother's organizing the fair tomorrow. It's part of the campaign. You should come. Reconnect." "Reconnect with who?" "With the town. With you/1/113537/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ff42411a40049c7dea94cbe150f2b02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fifty Shades Of Filthy Desires
Warning! 18 and above, contains explicit sexual content to invade your lustful desires. This is unfiltered, it is forbidden, it's stories that will keep you up at night. ****************** "Ever had sex before?" he asks as he begins to take off his pants. There's a huge bulge in his boxer already. "Ye..yes," I stutter. He closes the distance between us and grabs my right boob in his palm. "Good, cause i'm going to fuck your little cunt till you beg me to stop." I clench my thighs to ease the ache building up down there. "Bend over, princess." ************************* This collection of erotica contains BDSM, REVERSE HAREM, SEXUAL TERMS YOU DIDN'T KNOW EVEN EXISTED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED This is a collection of every lustful desires you've ever had. Grab a wine and a pleasure toy, YOU WILL NEED IT!/0/17826/coverorgin.jpg?v=00143b03656216062c632d738b46a454&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Wife
She wanted him. He wanted her. But it was an arranged marriage, nothing can make a love out of that. He wanted to give her all. Though she wanted something he never wants. A surprise will come, it will shock them both. Will he accept or not? Will she be able to keep the secret from him? Against all the odds and difficulties, will she be able to fight for her right as THE BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE?/0/18151/coverorgin.jpg?v=568016a7f4623bdd75c750e6eae0034c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
