Customs Stories Novels & Stories

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

"Since we're flying internationally, we'll go through international security. Customs will definitely ask questions. "If they ask, everyone should say we're going to inspect agricultural projects and we're all relatives from the same village, got it?" Phineas asked, "Morton, why do we have to say that? Can't we just say we're going to work and make money?" Morton looked at him and explained patiently. "Because our work is special and needs to be kept secret. Would you want to tell others about your money-making opportunity? Of course not. So we all need to stick to the same story. That way, we can get through customs smoothly."

"What are you doing here? How did you even know about this place?" "I'm a cop, remember?" "Still, it's dangerous for you to be here." "What are you doing here? What do you do? Or, do you wanna tell me you've been locked in here for years doing nothing?" "I work with a scientist. We're making a virus." He confessed. "A virus?" "Yeah, he made one ten years ago and the boss sold it. This one will be made and then spread through New York and eventually, the world. Then, we'll present the cure for a price."

person I had missed the most , my adopted mum. "I am back home mum and I'm never going to leave again."I spent the entire day unpacking my things and talking to mom . While talking to mom she told me about an envelope she received which was addressed to me. She went over to her room and brought the large brown envelope to me. When she left for me to rest I took up the envelope and opened it . It was a letter from my deceased mother's bankers . According to them they had strict instructions to release it to me on my 26th birthday . It contained a letter from my mom. The letter reads...My dear daughter I love you with all my heart. As you turn 26 years old I believe it's time to know more ab

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 consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

"How do you know about that mythical creature?" Govind asked, walking deep into the woods. Ghosavasu answered, "I had heard it in mythical stories during my early days. I was once in a country of merchants, and this story of a traveller was particularly popular there." His eyes scanned for dangers lurking around. "What story?" wondered Govind.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation