1000 Story Novels & Stories

My boyfriend proposed to me when we graduated from high school, but I made a deal with him instead of giving him an immediate answer. "We'll get married when we've collected 500 train tickets." In the first year, Marcus could hardly wait to come see me every day. Before long, our collection had grown to 280 tickets. He even laughed and said that he'd be able to take me home as his wife before graduation at the rate he was going. In the second year, we met each other halfway. Soon, the number of tickets climbed to 400. But in our third year, Marcus told me that his advisor had taken on a new project and that a junior who had just joined the research team needed him to show her the rope

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Some of them have even taken her home and— Cheers erupted again when someone else, a middle-aged woman, stepped onto the stage and Lena stood beside her as she twirled her hair seductively. “Who will be going home with her tonight? Start bidding!” The woman yelled, and I watched as Charles stepped forward excitedly. “Five hundred dollars.” “One thousand dollars!” “Two thousand!” “Three!” “Ten thousand!” Kale, who was watching uninterested, leaned closer to me and whispered. “All this money for one chick? Ain't she too privileged?” He asked and I didn't bother replying to him as I stepped forward slowly. “One hundred thousand dollars,” I announced and the whole room went silent immediately as

I crouched down and collected my stuff with a steady hand. There were too many to carry. When I looked up and saw the fireplace, I walked over and began tossing things into the hearth. Flames hungrily licked the paper and leather; a loud sizzle swallowed the objects as they were consumed. Let the fire burn everything—let it even burn away the ache inside me. Thor stared at me, stunned, disbelief written across his face. Lina wandered over and handed him half an apple, a deliberate little distraction. He glanced at it, ignored the teeth marks on the flesh, and bit into it as if nothing mattered.

appears at the very bottom of the void. NOTE 1,000,000: THE STORY OF THE OUTCAST IS OVER. THE STORY OF THE DAUGHTER IS... [LOADING].

She asked. Amelia was silent for a second , but she already made up her mind to go for what she wanted. "You can put it on hold or you can cancel it!" Amelia knew fully well that the contract cost them a whopping five billion dollars but she decided to cancel it just to go for what she wants.. "But ma'am , are you really sure about that?"she asked, hoping her miss would reconsider it again. "No but , do as you're being told, Young lady" Amelia said In a Stern tone as she had made up her mind.

“Tell me I’m hallucinating.” Blake didn’t even look up. “What?” Charlie leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Tell me I’m not seeing you—Blake freaking Andrews—studying.” Blake finally looked up, scowling. “Do you mind? Ever heard of knocking?” Charlie ignored him, walking over and snatching the textbook off the desk before Blake could stop him. He skimmed a few pages, raising an eyebrow. “Projectile motion? Since when do you give a damn about physics?”

" For all I know, it sounds fascinating. “Not the best. - Not so much. All those wonderful affairs with Aunt Maideh . The gossip and gossip, the way women worked to get what they wanted from men. Do you have a diary? “I have ten. I started collecting them when I was seven. She reached under the bedclothes and pulled out a leather-bound notebook. “It's weird that you tell me to write about my childhood. I was reading one of my journals right before you came in. Read it and tell me what you think.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

But now, I was his only weakness, his only vulnerability. The thought ignited a feral, possessive fire in his eyes. He leaned down, his breath brushing my ear, warm and restrained yet burning with obsession. “From the moment you signed the contract, you are mine.” “No one watches you. No one covets you. No one dares hurt you.” What began as a cold transactional marriage had instantly transformed into an unbreakable, possessive bond. My heart trembled softly. “Your secret is no longer hidden. Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell?”