Eraserhead Stories Novels & Stories

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Stranger: The Miracle Babies (Completed) My other stories on D****e and Yugto App: Hiding My Childhood Lover’s Son (Khiel Maximo Guevarra) – Completed Brent Ethan Ferrer: My Ex-Lover Doctor-Completed Silent Battles – Free and Completed Ashen Veil | The Assassin’s Collaboration The first ones are romantic comedies. Silent Battles is a tearjerker, focusing on depression awareness.

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

Whatever lived inside the forgotten city. Had been awake long before Jeremy ever touched corruption. I looked toward the doorway. The Erased remained kneeling. Every one of them. I clenched my fists. "Speak." No answer. "I said..." My voice echoed through the shrine. "...speak." The nearest Erased slowly lifted its head. Its empty white eyes met mine. Its lips parted. Only two words escaped. "Too late." The forest fell silent. Then... Every Erased turned away from me. Together. Toward the forgotten city.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

With every fiber in me. I shook my head in disapproval, urging him to go on. He gently moved my panties to the side, sliding his fingers in. My walls danced in jubilation. I gasped, breathing heavily. “More, beg for more” he demanded, as he began to thrust deeper into me. Soon his words changed. “Beg me to stop!” He ordered. I tried to find the words, but my voice cut in my throat. My mind raced, torn between surrender and resistance.

Even on my way home, I bit my lips in thoughts on what to do with the pictures. Hours later, I was sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table with my laptop in front of me, staring at the edited picture of Ivan and his mistress. It will be 12 soon and all the story submissions for the production early tomorrow will close. Could I really do this? I thought, wringing my hands together, a habit that I did whenever I was nervous. I was sure if the story was published, both physically and on the website, it would be an instant hit, shooting me up to the Pinnacle of journalism as well. I did not believe myself to be a greedy person but stars shined in my eyes at the thought.

"They've crossed the boundary." The darkness beyond the Hall twisted into a massive whirlpool. From its center emerged enormous stone hands. Not human hands. Ancient. Covered in forgotten symbols. Each finger was larger than a castle tower. The hands reached toward the Hall itself. Toward the stories. Toward the candles. Toward Adrian. The Stranger whispered a name so quietly Adrian almost missed it. "The Erasers..." Adrian frowned. "Erasers?" "They do not kill people." "They erase stories." One of the colossal hands touched a nearby shelf.