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“Learned from the best.” She pecked him on his hat and picked up her bag to leave when his next words stopped her in her tracks. “I need some tools from the shop. I’ll text Timmy, he’ll have them on the counter before you reach there.” She looked at his gentle face and pleaded with her eyes to not make her do this, but deep down, she knew it would happen sooner or later.

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Von einer schüchternen Bäckerin auf einer Versteigerung gekauft? Kein Problem. Auf der Hochzeit ihrer Schwester vorgeben, ihr fester Freund zu sein? Ich bin dabei. Ich kann den lieben langen Tag etwas vorspielen, denn ich bin Thatcher Manning, der Kerl, der keine Beziehungen führt. Ich werde einer Frau ein wildes Abenteuer schenken. Zur Hölle, ich werde ihr alles schenken. Alles außer meinem Herz.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

A young woman's church group discovers a naughty lesbian! Molly, a young cutie, is eager for the winter weekend at her church's cabin. With her best friend, a hot redhead, two other girls, and the preacher's sultry wife are going to have a spiritual retreat. Little do they know what they're about to fine.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Chicago. He discovered it wasn’t a dream. A week of asking his parents when they were going back passed, and he got his answer when the truck with their stuff from Pennsylvania arrived. No, it wasn’t a dream, it was his worst nightmare. He wailed, sobbed, yelled, wept; did everything he was capable of. It took him months to realize this wasn’t going to change. The murky grey skies mirrored his heart and he failed to remember when he had last felt happy. Actually, he did remember. How could he not?

"The light from the fire against the tent cast some strange shadows, but nothing out of the ordinary, as Tony whispered that it was probably Bumi going to pee in the foliage. Leaning slowly to one side I raised the flap of the tent and stared out. Panic gripped me when I suddenly realized that the tent opposite, Bumi’s tent, was empty. Not only that, but his backpack was missing. Why would he take his stuff if he’s just going to pee? I asked myself and then Tony, out loud. In response he told me not to panic. Surely wherever Bumi had gone he would be back by morning".

Enjoy this short romatic story by Zorella C Tyanne. “A boyfriend? Ella Murphy, our Ella Murphy, has a boyfriend"? “Yes. Soon she’ll have a husband...and kids...and dogs, and you’ll be busy acting like you’re fine with it. What a shame, you won’t even get paid for it.” Andy sighed dramatically. “Can you cut it out for a second and tell me more? I’m dying here”. “You would know if you had an account on Instagram, like I keep telling you to. Paps caught her having dinner at a fancy restaurant last night. Look at what she’s wearing. Definitely a date".

She nodded as she continued to apply the lipstick on his lips. “Of course I did. But I cannot allow it to distract me. I have to make sure you are going to look good for tomorrow.” When she was done, she stood apart to look at him. Paul stood up from the floor and looked at his wife. “How do I look?”

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

The choice of bringing a book out of the dustbin of history and making it more easily available to the general public should be an easy decision, right? Not in the case of The Wonderful Electric Elephant written by Frances Montgomery. Listeners can hear exactly what Frances Montgomery wrote and decide for themselves what they think of it. Parts of this novel are a vile stain on history and society. But, I must also add that she wrote some innovative ideas and had some imaginative concepts which were ahead of her time.

In reality, in real actual life, that kind of magic doesn’t belong to one group and the object doesn’t have to look like them at all. It doesn't even have to look like a person. As long as you wish, dream, and know hard enough, it can be anything. A stick, a leaf, a piece of fruit, a candle. My grandmother used to do with an egg. She would write the name of the person onto the surface of a hen’s egg and then...picking up a rock, she would smash - Smash! Smash! - the top, so that it fractured and dented, yolk spilling and oozing out everywhere!

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx: "Standing in a room filled with sharp and heavy objects I had seen some form of I don’t know what, an apparition? A ghost? Yet, I had not been harmed. Standing stock still, I considered. In those stories, those urban legends and public warnings about the dangers of discarded appliances there was no malevolent element, no wicked long toothed demon emerging through the wires. Shaking my head and sure that I would probably regret the decision, I did possibly the bravest and possibly the stupidest thing I have ever done. I went back into the room".

I thought life was going great on Princess Island. I was well-liked and given all that I needed for a fun, relaxing vacation. Shrunken men served my every wish; giant women let me play with them. But now, Kat has returned, and she wants to have a little chat! I didn't think I'd land a promotion! Now she wants me in her inner circle where I'll be privy to exclusive size technology. Do I have what it takes to rule beneath her? Is there a devious side to me, buried under years of trauma?

His first response was to look around. He was afraid for himself, for Dame, but he didn’t scream. He assessed his situation, looked around, and that’s when he laid eyes on one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Greg knew what he was going to do to while away the time. He put back the items into the box, and took it out of the basement into the living room. Once he got there, he peeled away his singlet and beach shorts. Now he was stark naked.

"Once she was outside, she closed the door and hurried through a corridor. On her way to her office, she met another lady who was a brunette. She was dressed in a black suit. She frowned at Delores. “For goodness sake, where the hell have you been?” Delores shook her head. “Lucy, where else do you think?” Lucy frowned. “The ladies?” “I wish that was where I went to. But no. He sent for me.” “He?” She nodded hastily. “Mr. Tommy.” Lucy wrinkled her nose. “My goodness. That beast. And I am sure he didn’t call you for anything official"....

A chance encounter with a beautiful woman begins a five-year journey of discovery for a 21-year-old orphan and his 33-year-old mentor. Both navigate life's twists and turns. Both want to find the right soul mate for the other, not realizing that perhaps the unique relationship they share is the true love they have both been wishing for all along. Please Her introduces us to a procession of fascinating women each with their own hopes and fears, each seeking the courage to transform their lives, and the one man they all share in common.