Fiction Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

Title: "Beyond the Woods: A Tale of Unexpected Love" Word count: 2,098 Once upon a time, in a world where fairy tales mingled with reality, there lived a young woman named Little Headhood. She was known for her vibrant red cloak, which she wore as she ventured through the enchanted woods, delivering treats to her grandmother.

Pat continued to stroke Fiona's hair, trying to offer some comfort to the little girl. "Would you like me to tell you a story?" Pat suggested, hoping to distract Fiona from her worries. Fiona's eyes lit up at the idea. "Yes, please!" she said eagerly. Pat smiled and began to tell a story about a brave princess who went on an adventure to save her kingdom. Fiona listened intently, her worries slowly fading away as she became engrossed in the story.

“To be honest, I thought you were going to bail.” “Why?” I placed my gun case on the coffee table carefully with a frown. “Well, girls like you aren’t usually into this sort of thing.” “Girls like me?” I asked, confused. He flushed. “Hot.” I laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Listen, my cousin got me into it and I liked it. I don’t know, maybe I was a sniper in a past life and this satisfies some latent itch.” He seemed to like that idea. “Or maybe you were some warrior huntress…”

Lyle's face twisted in horror as he watched Nath unbuttoned his trousers. “To be on the safe side….” Nath leaned over and snatched the phone from Lyle's weak grasp and quickly took a picture of his roommate's bare ass. He sent it to himself. He droped the phone and winked at Lyle. “A little assurance just in case you want to go broadcasting our little adventures.” “What adventure?” asked Lyle in a shaky voice. “This one,” said Nath, revealing his very long, very thick cock. “No!” “Yes, Lyle boy,” Nath said and moved closer. “I have to see how it feels. Is it as tight as a pussy? More enjoyable?”

Which was funny in itself. “I need some food,” I told Gracie, who was heading to the dodgems. “Catch you later,” she said as we parted ways. As I sat and ate my double cheeseburger and fries, I couldn’t help but overhear an argument from a nearby trailer. Someone has been sleeping with someone’s wife. I watch as a scuffle unfolds. “Who needs TV when you have entertainment like this?” a human boy says as he sits next to me. We watch in silence as a scuffle takes place in the tiny trailer and a man is thrown through the door. He is then fired. I snorted with laughter. It must have been the fair owner’s wife he was sleeping with.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

“Hard and deep, for hours, until she screams herself hoarse with pleasure. They say his cock is thick as a man’s wrist and he never tires. And the blessings… gods, her family’s fields burst with grain, their coffers overflow with gold, and every child born after is strong and beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to be the one he chooses?” I had stood ankle-deep in the stream, scrubbing a tunic in silence while my stomach twisted. I wanted none of it. Not the beast. Not the endless rutting they described like some holy ecstasy. Not the fate of being dragged away to whatever shadowed lair he called home, to be claimed and bred and kept like a prized possession. I was nineteen summers old. My fingers w