Chaucer Novels & Stories

Finish the story and you go home. As she read the words, Trix hurriedly scrambled around looking for the pen she was given. She found it submerged in leaves. She grabbed it and hurriedly scribbled under- Once upon time, The end. A few minutes had passed and nothing happened, suddenly the words on the inner side of the book cover faded away and reappeared. You really thought it'd be that easy, hahaha. Trix nearly growled in frustration. She didn't even remember the story of Cinderella. She gripped her hair tightly, she was lost, in every meaning of the phrase.

my little Toddy! Are you hungry baby?" Todd groaned at the baby nickname that his mother had given him when he was 2 years old. "Oh..mom.." he twisted out of her tight grasp, cleared his throat and stood up extra straight. He ran his hands down his shirt as if to iron out any wrinkles just in case his mom had ruffled him up. "Now Mom. Yes I am hungry. what are you making? "I'm making biscuits eggs and bacon for my special angels. where is your sister?" She asked as she peeked down the hallway looking for her daughter. Usually Todd and his sister woke up at the same time. She rarely seen one without the other. "She's still asleep mom, I didn't want to wake her because she looked really tired

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

King Charles II, supreme ruler of Montague Manor and beyond. "When do you plan for me to marry? What's an acceptable amount of time?" His cold hand patted mine. "Don't worry about that. Daddy will take care of everything. You mourn. But when you do..." He waved his hand up and down. "...remember to keep yourself...appealing. Russell may have grown tired of you, but you won't let that happen again. You're a Montague. Don't ever forget that."

For someone so private, he sure kept things in his office private. She snooped through the papers, it was almost like this man had no sense of personal touch. "The Dancing Satyr of Mazare del Vallo, New Chambers Discovered under Basilica di Santa Croce in Jerusalem," she read aloud as she lifted document after document. Finding nothing of importance to her, she moved on to the next drawer, the notes and documents in here compared to the one from the previous drawer looked worn. "The Vanquishing of Dracula, The Unopposed Notion of the Roman Ruling? Huh."

The dice danced across the table, “I have something that may shed some light on our current mystery.” “This is going to be like that time you thought you knew where Atlantis sank, is it?” Grace asked with a face full of doubt. “I never claimed to be right, I just claimed to have a possible lead,” He rolled the dice and a pair of sixes rattled into view, “Let me set the scene it is thirteenth century Prague and Herman the recluse begins work on the codex gigas. Thirty years later he completed it. On the surface, it looks like a variation of the bible as both the old and new testament are contained within the pages.”

“I think we should go before I do turn into the big bad wolf. I apologize, Dominique. It was not my intention to take advantage of you. But I must say I’m not sorry the kiss happened.” “The way you talk, the way you act, isn’t what I’m used to. How old are you? You look young, but you sure don’t act like it.” “I’m thirty. I have an old soul. I like the periods when there were knights, and everything wasn’t so modern. I’ve dated my family history back to when one of my great grandfathers died in 1350. He was my age when he died. I also look exactly like him. He died a mysterious death, leaving behind his wife and two children.”

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Maya angrily huffed at Quinlynn for not knowing this great man. “Sorry Maya can you tell me more about his works?” Quinlynn inquired in a beak manner. “ Of course! Milliam Shookspeare’s works consist of Helmet, Macaroni, The Tramp, King Leer…” “There are many! I will send you my recommendation! Ah…Quinlynn, are you okay? You look kind of pale.” Maya worriedly looked at Quinlynn who was holding her head. ‘What the…Milliam Shookspeare? Roliet and Jumeo? Helmet? Macaroni? King Leer?! Damn…who is that bastard that tarnished my favourite writer! Once I get hold of them…they are finished.’ Quinlynn darkly thought.

Hi, I’m Ashthelyn. I don’t really have a last name, but I learned it is customary to take your parents’ name in this realm. My father is Luferine, King of Ethos. So I introduce myself as Ashthelyn Luferine, rather than Ashthelyn of Ethos, 6th daughter of his Majesty King Luferine the Ender. This world has many biblical senses of Hell.