3 Some Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

Lucien stroked himself and watched. “Look how well he takes us,” Lucien said. “Even when he can barely move.” Rowan pulled off Dante’s cock just long enough to speak. “I want it,” he said, looking up at all three of them. “I want all of your cum inside me. Please.” Dante brushed sweat-damp hair from Rowan’s forehead. “You will have it,” he promised. “Again and again.” By the third day, the room smelled like sex and sweat and magic. The sheets were ruined. Their bodies were marked with bites and fingerprints and bruises. None of them cared.

“It’s ruled by three.” I blinked, my mind spinning. “Three?” I whispered, my voice trembling. She gave me a small, knowing smile. “You’re about to meet your Alphas.” My knees almostgave out, my heart pounding so fast I thought I’d faint. Three Alphas? What kind of curse had I walked into?

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

I'm so grateful we've shared this journey together. Now I have a question for you. I've been thinking about writing a reverse harem story about Kael, Lucien, and Ryker's mate. Should I continue this series with a Book Three, or should I let the series end here? Let me know your thoughts in the comments—I can't wait to hear what you think! With love, Dera NK ❤️

The cashier yelled at Bella when Bella's ATM declined for the third time Could you please try it for the last time? Bella pleaded, Madam please step aside I need to attend to other customers The cashier yelled at her, handling over her ATM card to her What's the problem Michael asked, He had been standing behind Bella all along I think I'm having issues with my card Bella replied Oh sorry about that Michael said, Could you please try it one more time? Hes said to the cashier I'm done trying the Damn thing,its obvious she doesn't have a penny in her account the cashier whined,

Story continues . It's been 3days since Lisa last saw Liam and she has been so upset that she does not know where he is and more upset that she kinda misses him, all the while wondering why she is feeling upset in the first place, she doesn't really know this guy enough for this kinda reaction, and besiy he was supposed to report back to work 2days ago, he took four days off instead of two.

Jake said, stopping to talk with her shortly. "I will too, Jake. The stories, especially." Laughing at her remark, he laughed, hugging her shortly, "you'll get more stories from me even without seeing me…." "Giselle Jones, meet me in my office," Greg's voice interrupted the happy pair. "I'm sorry, Jake. I have to go, I'll call you soon," She said, walking away from him. "We move in three days, get ready," Greg said when they were already alone in his office.