Doah Stories Novels & Stories

Joshua turned down the volume and slightly turned his head to listen in. “Yes mother,” Tulani said. “Her husband was a scumbag who cheated on her every chance he got. Their three year old daughter was killed in front of her preschool whilst waiting for her father who was in bed with some skunk to come pick her up. She heard a vehicle coming, let go of her teacher’s hand and ran onto the street, but it wasn’t him. He was too busy s------g his mistress to remember he had a daughter.” “Watch your language son,” his father cautioned him.

“...and that is our own story, and part of the reasons why we are here, apart from searching out Yodah and Freya.” Kane said, rounding up his own side of the story, two hours after Dobah had asked the four offenders to spill out what was actually happening. They had all shared their own side of the story, and the parts they had played in them, and so, right now, Dobah and his twin, with his lifemate, now had ideas of what might be going on or transpiring among the supernaturals.

she frowned. "Victor is an old story, I broke up with him a couple of months ago." "Okay so who is this Bryan?" Megan pouted her lips and complained, "I told you about him during our video call." Awkwardly clearing her throat, Vanessa defended herself, "Well, I was very busy back then and it was very hectic." When Megan raised her brows, she sighed, "Fine, I had to mute you sometimes because I couldn't really focus when you kept ranting about everything."

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

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.

“Hey, I need more than that!” He spun around and caged me to the wall. “Just trust me, little one.” “No! I need to know, why don’t you tell me?” I was outraged. He constantly avoided the topic. Damon pressed against me and leaned closer to my ear. “He was under my command for a while We fought together in a few wars. Vadas isn’t all that prince charming. He is a monster. Stay away from him. End of talk.” And he strode away, leaving me only more questions. Fuck these males and their tempers.

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

Deja said, “I will go to the village today, I will explain everything to them how it happened” Deja says and she open her closet and brought out her cloth and she started dressing up when Doyin knelt in her front and held her leg and started sobbing and says, “Sis, it was a mistake, it won't happen again” Doyin says, “he lured me into the affairs, I never wanted to do it but he enticed me with money” Doyin says, “please do anything you like to me, but don't let our family hear about my misdeed, please forgive me for the havoc and inconveniences I might have caused you, please give me money to abort the pregnancy, my promotion examination will star immediately after we resumes, please help me

Geetha's thoughts swirled, a mix of fear for her daughter's well-being and frustration at their predicament. Geetha urged the driver to open the windows to let in some fresh air. But the driver denied saying, “Ma’am, it won’t look proper to let the passers-by know that we have a sick girl in our car.” Minutes felt like hours, but eventually, Rithanya's movements began to subside. The tension in the car slowly eased as the episode passed, leaving behind a sense of exhaustion. Geetha leaned back, her own fatigue now catching up with her. The driver's words echoed in her mind, highlighting the secrecy surrounding a girl's health in their community. It was a sad reality, the stigma attached to r

What’s the real story with her? “Maddie, your mom’s relationship with your dad wasn’t what you’ve been told. It wasn’t your dad who was the bad guy—your mom was the one who hurt him, pushing him around and controlling him. It’s hard to admit, but he was always scared of her. Your mom, Olivia Arellano, married your dad for money, not love. She wanted to secure her legacy, and that’s where you come in, Maddie.”