Bl Stories Novels & Stories

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin. "It is a matter of the time when Norwood was the land of happiness. This kingdom settled on a freakish Island owned by Mike Stewart. It was under his rule when I started working as a statesman. His son was a turning point. It was a headache for him, seeing his son spending nights with various women every day. Because of his s*x obsession, he had fixed his marriage with a village girl, Lisa Dorling. As soon as she stepped in, the storm arrived..." He stood up and moved towards a wooden box covered with dust. Leaning a bit, he shrugged the dust off and said, wandering his hand on the handle of the box. "Want to see something? Come h

“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.

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, he was scared than ever before, it was like his last days were here Biola driving to the base camp heard heavy gun firing and launching of bombs, the terrorists outside the base numbered over 100, looking at the savannah on his left and right, he sees more terrorists coming out and heading to the base followed by gun trucks with Islamic inscriptions owned by the terrorists heading to the base with bigger and advanced guns.

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

“I know that too.” “It’s not something you can ignore.” Her patience snapped slightly. “Kael.” Her voice was sharper now. More dangerous. “Stop telling me things I already know.” A beat passed. Then another. And finally… He spoke. “There are stories,” he said. Arin stilled. “What kind of stories?” “Old ones,” he replied. “Older than the kingdoms that exist now. Older than the wars we fight.” Her pulse quickened. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

I glanced at him impressed, pissed, proud all at once. The fight ended fast. Five bodies down. Enzo’s team cleared the back. We grabbed the product crates of guns and cash as proof. As we exfilled, sirens wailed in the distance. Back in the SUV, adrenaline still buzzing, I turned to Alessio. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the city lights. “You shot him,” I said. “In the leg,” he replied. “Non-lethal. He’ll live to tell the story.” I studied him. No shake in his hands. No panic in his eyes. Just… resolve.