A Piece Of Strange Novels & Stories

tang ina bakit ganon parang balewala lang sakanya ang mga gamit niyang nasira parang wala itong pakielam samantalang pag ito nangyari sa mga kagamitan sa bahay ay syempre wala din akong pakielam hindi naman ako may bili mga yon kaya wala akong karapatan mag react hehe. Napa aray ako ng mabangga ko ang likod nito bakit kaya ang tigas tigas ng katawan ng lalaking to, agad kong sinundan ang tingin nito at doon ko nakita ang mamahaling ref nito na gutay gutay na at nag kalat lahat ng ibat ibang pagkain, napakamot naman ito sa ulo. Wala narin ang mga maid niya mukhang nag sialisan na dahil sa takot nila sa dumating na demonyong brayan.

It was a stormy night, rain pouring down in torrents, as a stranger appeared at our studio's doorstep, seeking refuge from the elements. The stranger's name was Alexander, a mysterious and enigmatic figure whose presence seemed to hold a deep connection to the world of art and mystery. He carried with him a weathered old map, its parchment yellowed with age and dotted with cryptic symbols. It was a map that promised to lead us to a hidden treasure—an artifact of immense artistic and historical significance. Intrigued by the possibility of uncovering a long-lost masterpiece, we embarked on a daring quest, following the map's intricate clues and navigating treacherous landscapes. The journey t

For the second time. This time, it wasn’t tentative, it was purposeful. My body stiffened, and I felt a strange warmth spread through me even when I wasn't responding to the kiss yet. ‘Strawberries. He tastes like strawberries’ The taste lingered, sweet and unexpected, as if it didn’t belong in the moment. I couldn’t help but wonder, ‘I served him milk earlier, why does he taste like strawberry? Was it strawberry milkshake he drank?’ I thought, confusingly.

Anita lifted up her head, and instantly caught sight of something fremd, that made her brows to knit together She was startled with what she just saw. Some pairs of golden lights were roaming around a strange large creature, on space. It was really weird for her, as she had never seen a thing like this before. Suddenly, one of the golden lights, flew towards Anita with a loud noise! Anita stepped forward and spread her hands, so the golden light would land on them.

I felt the shudder in his form, the lessening of his strength. The stranger stepped out into our midst, glancing at the newcomers. Then, without warning, they tossed me a round, metallic object. I grabbed it instinctively. It was a coin. Not Cassian's. "This," the stranger said, "buys you exactly thirty seconds. Use the time wisely." I didn't have time to ask them what it was before they moved—smashing the SUV head-on, a swooping wall of metal and motion. The coin in my palm was warm from their hand.

‎I stepped into the building, nodded at security, and entered the elevator, still checking my phone. ‎No reply. ‎Still nothing. ‎I told myself to stop. ‎The elevator doors opened. ‎Laughter echoed from the hallway. ‎The kind of laughter people make when they forget where they are. ‎It was loud. ‎Too loud. ‎That alone was strange. ‎My people knew when to work and when to be serious. I had a strict policy about that, and I didn’t joke with it. ‎I slowed my steps but didn’t stop. ‎Maybe someone had just made a joke.

In the middle of the chaos, Benjamin stood up from his seat to find out what was troubling the janitor, and saw a black casket flying into the house. “Oh! My God,” his wife, who had seen the casket too, screamed, and attempted to hide under the dining table. Now, the daughters stood up, and tried to process what was going on. Suddenly, they saw the strange casket shatter into pieces in the middle of the tiled floor. Then, the family was frightened to their bones because such could only happen when the spirit of the dead, who was denied justice, returned with fury to demand for one. Subsequently, the family, who was astounded by the abnormal occurrence, saw Hazel putting on a mourning cloth,

The puzzle pieces were scattered, and I was left to piece them together. With each encounter, a sense of familiarity gnawed at my consciousness. There was something about the way the stranger moved, the way their voice resonated, that stirred a distant memory within me. But try as I might, I couldn't put a face or a name to the enigmatic figure haunting my life.

strained to get my eyes open because of the Ray of sunlight peeping through the blinds. Holy shit! I cursed and flicked my eyes open looking all over the unfamiliar room I am in. I tried to get up but a strong muscular arms wrapped around my waist and we were completely naked. What the hell am I doing In a stranger's bed?

NALANI The strange man stepped closer to me. I knew I had nowhere to go, and the only thing I could do now was tilt my head to the side, and close my eyes tightly. I hold my breathe while feeling his approach, and I gradually felt his hot breath hitting my nose.