Degrading Stories Novels & Stories

I’d give them a documentary on laundry. Thump… thump… scrape. The sound of Jeff’s work echoed in my soul, a rhythm to build by. The Deconstructors had made one fatal error. They’d kidnapped a mother. And a mother’s stories, no matter how “irrelevant,” are the weapons that built the world.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” 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 ten 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.

It would hurt much less to be in a perpetual, hellish torment as flames licked my skin, blistering it as the colour changed to that of well-cooked flesh, before ultimately turning to ash and falling from my bones. With the heavy metallic essence of blood clinging to the air as though it was on life-support, Mum’s body violently shook with her sobs as they took over any other ability to move, small whimpering sounds escaped from her lips. Mum's makeup was usually completely flawless, regularly maintained throughout the day to stay impeccable, but I noticed that now it was badly streaked from her tears. Under the Niagra Falls of tears, I could see the red blotchy skin and puffy tired eyes from

Narrowing our edges and fading our beauty. It's almost like we deteriorate into the world, soaked in lies and light. I had deteriorated into my world soaked with lies and light, I couldn't tell the difference, I was living a lie and all I could feel was its light. I had faded myself to believe in that lie.

The mere thought of it depressed her. Anywhere in the world, a pregnant unmarried woman would be treated as a pariah. She would be rejected by society, she would be subjected to hostility and ill-treatment. Even worse for one without a protector. All doors would be closed and there was no chance to get a decent job or make a living. In the end, such women of ill repute was left with no other choice but selling sexual favor to degenerate men.

"You went out and had your fun to the point of having an illegitimate child! What's the point of coming over to apologize?! The Medina family doesn't welcome you anymore! And my daughter has nothing to do with you anymore! You've already divorced! Don't harass my daughter after this, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" "No, this isn't real! None of this is real..." He frowned in thought, suddenly struck by realization. "I didn't mean to sign the divorce agreement. I signed it when I was drunk! It was all that woman's plot! I was tricked! Please believe me, I truly love Lia. I don't want a divorce." Midas sneered, his voice cold. "Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is

He took Caroline out for coffee. My dad was a very loving husband. He loved my mother more than anything. My mother was his childhood lover. They feel in love in high school and she never left my dad in his lows and highs. She stood with him when no one else did and he had nothing. She struggled along with my dad for various jobs. They both worked together and gained a lot of success. They both were a power couple. But when my mother passed away my dad became depressed. He didn’t eat properly and didn’t talk to anyone except his kids. It was like my mom took a part of his heart away with her. He was looking for emotional support which Caroline pretended to give for the sake of his money. She

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

Aria watched the confirmation cascade across her screen. Hashes verified. Mirrors live. Integrity checks passed. She exhaled once. “That’s it,” Damon said quietly. “Yes,” Aria replied. “Now it belongs to everyone.” The contents were devastating—not because they were dramatic, but because they were methodical. Internal simulations predicting harm. Accepted loss ratios. Language shifts that redefined avoidable as acceptable. Meeting notes acknowledging ethical degradation as “a manageable side effect.” No villains. Just decisions. And that was worse. Within hours, the narrative collapsed.