Quick reads you can finish in 10-30 minutes
Found 1964 short novels
"I didn't mean to get involved." "I know." "I swear I didn't." "You always say that." I said the first line in the small campus grove because I didn't know what else to say. The sun stitched light through the leaves, and two boys were there with a canvas leaning against a tree. One of them was Arlo Cruz—Ines's brother—and the other was a quiet junior with thin glasses. "One person picks the scene, the other paints?" I asked, pointing at the easel. "Yeah," Arlo said with a...
"I don't want your pity," I said, and closed the file drawer with a sharp breath. I had no time for pity. I had a child to bring home, a mother to keep safe, and a life half-broken that I needed to piece back together. Buying a secondhand apartment was supposed to be one tidy, sensible step. It was supposed to be a small, clean line from chaos to normal. "Okay," the agent said, flipping a pen between his fingers. "So, the inspection is final and— "—we agreed on the deposit," I cut in....
They said my mother was kept because she was beautiful. "She was a treasure taken," people would murmur behind curtained doors. "A danger." I was born into that danger. I grew into it the way ivy grows into stone—without asking. I have my mother's face. I have her fate. "Jana," the servants whispered when I passed the hallways. "Princess—" "Call me Jana," I told them once. "Not princess." They would never obey that request for long. Nobility sticks. Titles clamp down like...
"I can't believe your username is 'InvincibleDragonWarrior.'" "I can't believe yours is 'PoopFairySama,'" I shot back. He was taller than me by a head and a half, sunlight off the showroom glass making him look like he belonged to a poster. He wasn't a child—no pudgy, freckled elementary-schooler. He had short hair that fell over one temple, narrow eyes, and a mouth that didn't mind saying difficult things. "You—are 'PoopFairySama'?" he repeated, very calm. "I—yes," I blurted,...
