Claim Of A Story Novels & Stories

Humans feared for their safety especially since they have witnessed the gruesome scenes that happened on that day. The media was in a frenzy, trying to get their scoops on the news. Lots of netizens expressed their different views and opinions on that matter. Some are even shocked to find out that their friends/ neighbors are indeed Creatures of the Night. Lots of spooky stories were published, some are either based on facts and others are pure exaggerations of truth. From all this different things and stuffs they have caught the attention of the world leaders. Seeing that some things are inevitable. The Werewolf Community, Vampire Council, Members of the Royal Courts (both Werewolf and Va

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How can this woman do this? Maya had gotten interviewed by reporters. She was in tears as she said " Come to my help. I raised my friends children for so many years. I even refused to have my own children so as to raise them well. The son was running my husband's company while the girl recently married into the Baxtar family. Then my friend whom I thought was dead, suddenly came back from dead, wanting to claim the children. She even painted me as an evil person. And now,the ingrates I raised had turned against me too. Come to my aid. Help me! How do I redeem myself? I have wasted my youth to raise those non filial kids. What will be my gain. Should I just watch as they got taken away from m

"Who am I, you say? I am the one you have harmed, you don't understand either, do you?" "What did I do? You should be glad you're getting famous because of me!" "Without your story I'd be famous. Anyway, delete that story, or else-" "Otherwise what? You want to threaten me? Oh I understand now, you already know that the story is very popular, so you want to ask for royalties, right? Just confess!" "You're really shameless, aren't you? I don't need your little money. Because of your story I'm in so much trouble!"

I start, desperately searching for a lie but coming up with none. Adiran leans into me heavily, his face pressing into my hair. “In your defense?” He mocks earning a scowl from my downturned face. “What did you do?” Shoving my hands deep into my pockets, I kick another stone. “I stole.” The warmth of Adiran’s eyes cools ever so slowly, “Ari--” “It was only bread.” I retort, shoving my hands deep into my pockets in search of something to hold. “Besides,” nocking an eyebrow, I turn to him, “it’s not like they ever notice.”

Jenna asked in concern. That provoked Richard into shouting even louder, "Ms. Close, do you think Hank is a good man? He's only getting close to you for an ulterior motive! That fire was just a show put on by him and your competitor so that he could win your trust! "I have the evidence! You'll know once you see it!" Richard kept shouting as he explained, doing his best to prove he was telling the truth. Jenna gestured to one of the bodyguards, who soon found a letter.

Luca muttered quietly to himself in the dark, the ocean breeze ruffling his dark hair. He drafted a highly detailed, fabricated story. The email boldly claimed that Athena Cole, right before her abrupt termination from the Westbridge roster, illegally downloaded proprietary Westbridge defensive playbooks. He alleged with fake inside authority that her sudden coaching "genius" at Ashford was built on stolen Westmore and Westbridge intellectual property. He threw in enough real hockey terminology and vague dates to make the lie sound undeniable. Luca hit *Send*. He pocketed the phone immediately. A dark, deeply satisfied smirk spread slowly across his handsome face. He had lit the match; now h

he answered without hesitation. "It's not a story in a book, it doesn't count," I answered, frowning. "I'm writing it in my notebook, so technically it's a story," he refuted, raising an eyebrow. -It's not published. “I'm sure it's still a story, regardless of whether it's published or not. —I denied, because we could continue all night on this. "Okay, how does your story end?" I inquired, kissing the corner of her lip.

“He stretches every story until it barely sounds true.” “Oh, come on,” Devon complained, throwing both hands into the air as everyone looked at him. “One little exaggeration and suddenly I'm the liar around here?” “One?” another warrior asked, trying not to laugh as he looked across the fire at Devon. “Mate, you've never told a story only once. Every time you repeat it, something new magically happens.” “That,” Devon said, placing a hand dramatically over his chest as though he'd been deeply offended, “is called good storytelling.”

"As thoroughly as they erased the fourth symbol. As thoroughly as they erased everything else that didn't fit the story they needed the kingdom to believe." Kaelan stared at the page like it had reached through three centuries just to hit him. "My entire family's claim to the throne," he said slowly, "is built on a story about a man who apparently wasn't even there."