Haiku Stories Novels & Stories

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

I twisted against the ropes binding my wrists to the chair, the rough fibers biting into my skin. The air was thick with the scent of leather and smoke, and my heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I had come here chasing a story, a lead on the underground syndicate that controlled half the city's shadows. But now, face to face with Viktor Kane, the man at its heart, I realized how badly I had underestimated him.

Hikari didn't have any idea to run from it. So he just accepts it. He says to them that it maybe takes a long time for it. They say to Hikari that he shouldn't be serious about it because they just want Hikari to create a short story. So, Hikari asks them how long the story length that they want. After they tell Hikari the details about it, Hikari thinking about the story for a while and tell them about it.

The story of the cursed wolf was this. The story of the Alpha was this. The story of the manor was this. The story of the garden was this. The story of the flowers was this. The story of tragedy was this. The story of return was this. The story of rest was this. The story of breath was this. The story of recognition was this. The story of dissolution was this. The story of the reader reading this was this. All stories are this. Appearing as story. All non-stories are this.

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

I sit in the leather armchair across the room. Watch the slow sway of their bodies. Listen to the creak of rope under weight. The soft, wet sounds of their breathing. They’ll hang until the sun rises over the city skyline—helpless, aching, beautifully ruined. The jute will leave its signature: red welts turning purple, rope burns that will throb for days, reminding them with every shift, every brush of fabric, who they belong to. And when I finally cut them down, when I unwrap them inch by aching inch,

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

I take a deep breath as I feel the sand under my feet. I couldn't help but think of what this meant, he didn't want to be friends, and I didn't want to be together…so where did that leave us? Then this crazy, crazy explanation for this meltdown he had right after I told him I hated him. Well, whatever that was… I'd have to ask my uncle about those Haida stories about people shifting into creatures…but then again they are just ‘made up’ stories— I just couldn't shake those horrific sounds, Kol in pain and him telling me to shoot to kill him. It all didn't make any sense.

Little fragments of beauty I hadn't noticed before. Through that lens, I stumbled across intangible cultural heritage—traditions fighting to survive, to mean something, to not disappear. Just like me. Maybe that's what I was doing too: searching for my own reason to keep going. At first, I filmed to help people remember. Because being forgotten? That's the same as disappearing. But then, my videos started gaining attention. People noticed. Somehow, I became a modestly successful content creator. A year later, I met Joshua.

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.