Daily Stories Novels & Stories

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

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The positives I got outweighed the negatives. “Hey, congrats!” some of my teammates said, hugging me. I didn't know how to respond, but I guess a slight smile would have shown that I was proud of myself, because this was beyond my expectations. 'Daily News' became the most popular site overnight and was ranked as the first 'Hot Topic' thit week. This is crazy! How big is David's case that so many people are now looking into the rumours that have been going around for so long?Is this what David meant by 'Post the video, stop looking for the truth and you will be saved.'

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

Thank you. I would love to hear from you guys in the comments and reviews, please. Let me know what you think and help me to get better. Thank you. I also want you to know that, as this story draws to a close, I already have more titles in the Street Diaries series in the work. Yeah, it's gonna be a series. Love you all.

“Food’s here. Everything is ready and set. Please come and eat.” I stood up from the bed and walked towards the kitchen, I appeared a moment later, and I was still wearing only the big white shirt, and my hair was slightly messy from our earlier activities. I just gave him a soft, tired smile and walked over to the kitchen island. We both sat across from each other at the island. For the first time in what felt like forever, we started to talk like how normal people do, we were laughing about silly resort stories, the terrible music playing in the lobby, and how expensive the drinks were. And I even teased him about his terrible dancing from the club night.

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“so... I went 3 days ago. In the morning. When I got there, they was no party. He made it all up. He started telling me stuffs of how he likes me. And the worst happened. He ordered pizza. And guess who was the dilivery guy?” Emma got up from the chair mouth agape. “oh no!” “oh yeah!” “oh god. What did you do?” she sighed and sat beside Gracie again. “mn. I don’t even know how to start saying this. Andre and I were talking outside. Though i know he wasn’t free with me, but we said more than hi.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”