Haiku 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.

“Here, it’s almost time for dinner.” “Thanks,” the boy replied before taking a huge bite. “Did your father ever tell you any stories concerning an old man and a foggy hill?” Rhina inquired. “Nope,” Ishida answered plainly. “How many stories about old men did he tell you?” the girl asked. “Quite a lot! Seven, if I remember correctly. ‘The Woodcutter and the Door of Fates’ was one... ‘The Old Man and the Desert of No Return’ was another. Oh yes, there were ‘The Legend of King Makarael the Great,’ ‘Hayami’s Grandfather,’ ‘Heroes of Aquarius,’ ‘Sir Kharkin of the Seven Seas,’ and ‘Aram the Master Sage.” Ishida recalled. “None of them were about a gravestone or a hill.”

"It's inconvenient now. Speak in Haranese." There was a deep inhale on the other end before Alex finally responded in Haranese, "Did you really get legally married to Rebecca? What are you thinking? Years ago, you went blind saving her, and she repaid you by leaving you at your lowest and running off with another man. "She nearly ruined you! And now you're getting back together with her?" Evelyn's mind instantly translated the unfamiliar words. As she processed them, an unbearable chill spread through her body, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice-cold abyss.

Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.

« They were my babies, but I can’t accept their beauty when mine was pushing me away. » The man looked at the sky; his blond hair carefully moved by the sudden breeze. A tear dropped down from his blue eyes. He was wearing a gardener’s clothes. He stared at me. « Would you mind listening to my boring story ? » he asked. « If it could alleviate your condition, I don’t mind, » I smiled. « I’ve never seen you around. You have a beautiful smile. I would also like to hear yours too. You see, everyone here has their own story. Strangely, this place is filled with stories—the one hundred and twenty tales. Come in. My door is open. »

"Usually I don't like lying here, trying to fall asleep." "Why not?" "I've just always been... I don't know. Sometimes my head is like a black hole, and I just fall into it when it's quiet and I'm alone." Harvey looks down at me and smooths my hair. "Can you tell me more stories like when you talked about the Moon Goddess?" "Sure," he says softly. "Let me think." "Are there any about matehood?"

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Only logic to choose them if it is to follow the legend. There are temples and prays, but also the talk that the gods are long gone to create other worlds. And maybe someday we’ll visit them just as we do with the human world. Though we may be visited as well by creatures just like us, who can blend into the crowd. Logic again. Uh. My restless mind and the nice wine won't let me relax for a minute. Feeling someone who flew above, made me look into the stary sky. A soft breeze ruffled my hair and I closed my eyes deepening the feeling.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

There’s nothing hidden that won’t be revealed and nothing concealed that won’t be disclosed; the only factor needed is ‘Time’. No matter how fast a person runs, they can never run away from the harvest of what they sowed; whether good or bad. Ace felt his little secret was safe with him forever. Never in a thousand years did he ever imagine that his wife ‘Belinda’ would find the hidden skeletons in his cupboard. It’s apparent that Ace forgot that those who live in glass houses don’t throw stones. When you point one finger at someone, don’t forget that the other four fingers are pointing right back at You in the face. There was serious fire on the mountain, but Ace hadn’t figured yet that his