3 Some Stories Novels & Stories

Me three. ***

Amory nods in my lap, but still hasn’t looked away from her shoe! I’m shocked when she doesn’t attempt to move out of my lap either, and even dances along to Gabe and Mikey performing to some metal rock song I’ve never heard but clearly, she has since she knows all the lyrics. When the club has been shut down for the night and just the three of us are present Spin barks out, “you two start talking”! “What do you want us to say, Spin?” I ask him. I’m still not telling you what goes on behind closed doors, what the fuck do you want us to tell you?!

“You’ve said very little of your own path.” She shrugged. “Apparently I’m just along for the ride.” “Triplet meets triplet in a Honduran shack where a document emerges describing a remote Nazi facility used for experiments on multiples. I think not.” “Wait till you hear the rest,” Dianna said. “Tell him,” she urged her friend.

His life changes when he finds a mysterious silver coin on a lone walk home. And when it presumably saves him from the clutches of his usual bullies in school, he starts to suspect the coin is not as ordinary as he thought. But then people close to him start to get hurt and the coin starts to show a third sinister face that follows him into his dreams to haunt him and he finds out not all coins have just two faces . . .

It is clear that Hannah’s betrayal is still fresh in everyone’s mind, not just mine when Andreas vehemently agrees. A sudden commotion catches my attention as a deluge of chattering mums with buggies suddenly enter the café. One little boy, a real cutie who looks to be about three or four years old, spies Stix and runs across to her with a grin on his face. “Nic Nic, are you going to read to us again?”

"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"

Three months later The surgery was successful and Stella was awake…I was so happy and things moved really fast and everything was going smoothly but the thought if Luca still filled my head at night …I couldn't get him out of mind ….but I decided to forget him …if he wanted me he'd have looked for me….. I went to a club one night with my friends to celebrate my new job …..I started getting choked cause if the smell if cigar in the air and alcohol …I went out the back to get some air

“We wanted to deny you and pin false accusations so we would not be associated with your cause and your punishment. Apparently, it seems you’ve had it way worse than us.” “And will still have it way worse than us.” Fiona adds. “I’ve had it way worse than all of you? What did Sarah make you do?” I ask them ignoring the ache rotating round my body. “Nothing you can change or get rid of. We told you already. To an extent, we’re used to it. We should just prep our minds for our punishment and face it. It’s not like Queen Aurora would particularly behead anyone of us.” Eliot is trying to restore the happiness back to them again.

"Jovana, you vicious woman! I can't believe you abused our daughter with someone else just to gain my sympathy!" Stella tugged at Andrew's sleeve, trying to explain that I was already dead. But he refused to believe her. His expression turned icy as he said, "Stella, what's wrong with you? It's been three years, yet you still haven't kicked that compulsive lying habit. "Tell me, what on earth is your mom playing at? Where is she hiding?" Andrew looked so confident, as if he were certain I was hiding in some corner. "Jovana, come out already!" he called out. "Quit your act. I've had enough.

“But I have heard of it. In the hearth stories, all things happen in threes.” “Yes, but there’s a reason for that,” he replied. “Hearth stories have picked up a Fae habit without understanding it. We have the law, or rule, of three. Our magic often involves three...” “Three fisheyes,” I observed. “Yes,” he sounded amused. “Many of the brethren follow the law of three because it is so ingrained in the Fae culture. We consider something said three times to be binding, three gifts, three challenges, three chances...” he pressed his face into my hair. “Remember, anything important involves threes, Siorin.”