Calming Stories Novels & Stories

It ended with high ratings, that's why the TV Network ordered her to make a new manuscript again. ========================= An hour later... Serena closed her eyes and leaned back on the swivel chair. She massages her temples when her head started to hurt a bit. She's been typing on her laptop for one straight hour, but she stops senses. Somehow she had written many pages on her laptop. But for now, she needed to have a short break. Serena got up and went to the kitchen to get herself a cup of chamomile tea to calm herself. She's been really tired and weary, so she needs to drink something that can make her relaxed.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

I clutched my ears with my paws, crouched low, trembling, heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. And then… a voice. Soft. Gentle. Feminine. But with a power that stilled everything inside me. "Hey, breathe. Focus on your breathing. Don’t panic. Let the sounds pass through you. Listen only to your breath." I listened. My breath was sharp, ragged, but I held onto it like a lifeline. Inhale. Exhale. Once. Inhale. Exhale. Twice. By the time I reached ten, the world had quieted, as if someone had turned the volume down.

Chapter 11 "Don't worry Alex, you're going to get plenty of my tits, but you're awfully excited and I think maybe I'll help you relax before you take good care of me. My eyes widened and I nodded dumbly as my mind started to spin at the thought that the object of every fantasy I'd had for the last two years was going to make those fantasies come true. Reaching out, she placed her hands on the sides of my face and leaning forward whispered, "I only have one problem with your stories Alex."

"I wouldn't be working here if I wasn't confident in my own recommendations." Today is the weekend, and since Aunt Autumn wasn't home again, I figured I should go out, just for a change of pace. Going out when I don't need to feels really awkward, but somehow, as soon as I got here, I've had this weird fuzzy feeling in my chest. After the events of yesterday, I needed a break from everything, and this place just has that weird ability to make me calm down.

"okay" Hussain sat on the bench as she curled close to him. "Teach me how to speak Greece Language Hun"she requested as he played with her hair under the jibab. "It is not easy as you thought"Hussain replied. "But I want to" She whined sitting up. "Tomorrow morning please" She added. "Tomorrow"He sighed, defeated. *** The wind whispered and the leaves rattled due to the weather. Men trod back and forth, some in their house wear and some in the suit. Nafisa watched through the window as the city was rustling with noises.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

a soothing, calming voice came over Gretel, all in time with a soft and warm hand stroking over her hair, trying to hush her as if she were an infant. Gretel found a small part of her recognising the comfort and focussed on that part. Slamming her eyes shut to block out the world around her, she concentrated on the hushes and the soft, careful strokes of her hair and tried to time her own breaths to the pattern, desperately latching onto that one semblance of order that was possibly there for her to have. breathe in one two three four five breathe out one two three four five

Every creaking step across the threshold made my heart leap, then splat, when it was not her reassuring stride. The air was filled with the scent of wax and herbs in darkness. I'd washed Calla's face with cold water, rewound the cloth around her head, whispered scream themes into her ear: stories in which we'd met, assurances of what we'd do when she came round, verse of a lullaby my mother had sung before the wars for pack took her. I wasn't sure if I was calming her or me, but the words had to be there, breadcrumbs to pilot her back home on the way out.

I inquired, my curiosity piqued. Calla settled beside me, her gaze filled with warmth as she explained, "It's a special herbal tea grown within our pack. The combination of herbs is known for its calming properties, perfect for soothing frayed nerves and bringing tranquility." I nodded, appreciating the thoughtful gesture. "It's truly remarkable, Calla. I can feel its calming effects already. You must share this secret with me, so I can enjoy its benefits whenever needed." A mischievous glimmer danced in Calla's eyes as she replied, "Oh, Lucian, the secret lies within the sacred gardens of my pack. But for you, my love, I will make sure to brew this delightful elixir whenever you desire."