Short Stories

Short Stories

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Temas Sociales
I am a writer. It's a simple phrase, but the countenance of the word does naught to define the realm in which I write. I tell you the story of the father who is forced to raise another's son. I tell you of the husband who watches his wife pass before his very eyes. I bring you stories of the suicidal, of those caught within the world of fairies and rainbows, but also words caught on fire which burns away the remnants of memories. I am a storyteller. It is in this collection that you can read the many genres of my writing - some horror, some slice of life. Some long and some short. Here, you can read the full variety. WARNING: Sensitive subject material. This includes but is not limited to extreme violence and gore as well as suicide and swearing. Cover Credit: @ThatOneBookClub
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___________________________ "You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes. "F*ck you." He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me against the window. "I'll give you what you want if you do." "And what do I want?" I question, holding eye contact. "My head between your legs." ❀❀❀ "Dating or not... you're still mine." Astoria always thought that the world was set up a certain way. That way being two levels of living. There were the rich people, and then there were the people who could barely afford a pack of ramen noodles. Obviously she was the ladder. She always hated the rich people she would see around the city. They had more money than they needed and didn't think to help the lower people. She was always alone. Her mother died when giving birth to her and her father gave her to her grandmother who died of old age before she could turn 3. She was orphaned and in foster homes her whole life, being alone was all she knew. On top of that her job as an exotic dancer barley covered her bills and she was late 3 months in payment. What was left for her? She had nothing. Until one of the club Clients offers her a deal that may change her life... Read Perfect Storm to find out how this predicament takes place... ❀❀❀ Ratings: #1 Contract - 8|13|2023

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