Dishonored Stories Novels & Stories

I spoke to my mom on the phone and told her to pick up the kids, and she did, and as soon as I walked in, Damian said to me: -Sorry Dani sorry. Then I told him Damián. -If I had done the same, you would forgive me, you would continue with me, as if nothing had happened. He saw me very surprised and asked me: -Dani, you cheated on me with who and why? -Let's see, let's see Damian, I'm not going to fall for your trick, that you promised your lover that she felt entitled to come and claim something that was never hers, that you promised her Damian, surely you were going to leave us and marry her, because Damian, why?

“Sold her to her uncle and took off.” Honor had heard every version of this story. She was illegitimate, she was abandoned, she was unwanted, nobody had ever wanted her, her mother was this, her father was that. She’d built up significant immunity. She found the dropped book, straightened carefully, and prepared to leave. “I heard,” Aaron said, louder now, warming to it, playing to the small crowd that had materialized the way crowds always do around cruelty, “that she’s sleeping with her drunk uncle. They’ve got that whole thing going on up there in the woods. My dad says—”

Dad exhaled deeply for a second and held me by shoulder and said, "Chris... Let me explain it. Eva… She ran away from here at the last minute…" I shrugged off his arms and said in disbelief, "No… This can't be true…" with the force I kicked the wooden chair, it shattered on the wall into pieces. "Calm down, Chris. If you like it or not, this is the truth. She left a letter for her parents explaining that she was not sure about the marriage. "

Three days after the standoff. The world had decided the story was over. Headlines cycled through the news like seasons. DON CROSS’S WIFE ENDS HOSTAGE CRISIS. TRAFFICKING NETWORK DISMANTLED. BISHOP ARRESTED IN CATHEDRAL RAID. Sophia’s face was on every channel, in every paper, beside every breathless commentary about the woman who had talked down a bomber with nothing but words and a hand on her stomach.She hated it.Not the attention itself—she could endure attention. She’d endured worse. She hated the story they were telling. The “brave wife” narrative. The damsel who’d found her voice. As if her courage was a footnote to Dominic’s empire, a supporting role in his story, a human interest an

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

‎My mom is basically handing my ass to him on a silver platter by forcing me to stay at his place before she gets back from her business trip. ‎There was a time he even told me that I'm missing a lot by not letting him fuck me with his huge cock. Ughrr... He's so disgusting. I know if I tell my mom that he said that, she would never believe me. ‎She would just roll her eyes and say; "Your cousin brother would never say such a thing to you, Liliana. Stop making things up." Blah, blah, blah, I mocked under my breath.

Isabella had always known her uncle Tony was trouble, always gambling, taking heavy loans, shady deals, he was always one step away from disaster, but she never thought it would come to this. The men came at midnight, two of them, huge and dressed in black, they kicked the door open, grabbed Tony by the collar, and dragged him out, Isabella screamed, tried to fight, but one of them pointed a gun at her head and said, “Luca Moretti wants his money, your uncle can’t pay, so he’s sending you instead.”

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

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.

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.