Romans & histoires Headphones Stories

I say as I turn myself to another direction. I know it hurts badly to turn my back on her but I thinks this is what she wants for now. “You know what Caden. I am just saying you should stop pretending now. I have got this,” she says and I compellingly turn my head to her. She is holding the another part of the headphone which is to be connected with the device. It is out of the device. “Do you think you are a supernatural person who could hear without even the need of this thing,” she says and throws it in the bed.

Every time that I tried to evade the more embarrassing parts of the story such as when the boss threw my contraceptive pills down on the bed in front of me, Hayden could detect with high accuracy that I was trying to skip the part. In the end, I ended up telling Hayden everything. The storytelling session left me feeling tired and uncertain about how I should be feeling about all this. Hayden was a devoted listener although he was impatient most of the time. Throughout my story, Hayden looked thoughtful, and I wished that I could tell what he was thinking. “That old man…” Hayden muttered underneath his breath after my story came to a close. “Hayden…?” I called his name questioningly when I s

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 decided then I couldn’t help Kenji, it was too big a problem and I was just a mute so what could I do anyway? So I went back to room and put on my headphones. Wu-tang again distracting me from the voices inside my head. That deep voice came back soon after. The next day at school I was surprised when I saw Alisa and her boyfriend walk past. Her boyfriend was that huge Taiwanese boy who was awesome at basketball. He was the next voice in my head.

I said calmly. Vanessa tilted her head. “If you wait too long, someone else will tell it for you. You know how this works, Heather.” Heather scoffed, leaning against the doorframe. “Oh, I know how it works. You guys twist every word and turn it into a goddamn headline.” “We’re not like the others,” I said quietly. Heather raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to convince me?” “It’s not about convincing,” I replied. “It’s about having your voice in a story everyone’s already talking about.”

If not for my body being secured by the seat belt, I would have been thrown forward, head slam into the dashboard, cracked skull, cut on my forehead, blood dripping down to my nose, dizziness and I'm petty sure I would have had a concussion as well by now. Dawn's main concern, however, was my sacrilegious joke. She let go of the breaks and the car began to roll forward slowly, thank God there were no other cars closely behind us and while that was happening she turned her entire body to face me and said in a grave manner, "Don't you EVER joke about such things again girlie... DON'T." Yup and there you have it. That, folks is Dawn, switching from jolly to serious at the mention of George Cloo

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Jeff opened the box and a pair of headphones appeared. "A new product from the Howard Group, this one on the left has a pinhole camera in it, so as long as one person puts this on the left over their ear, the other person can use their cell phone to monitor what's going on in front of the pinhole headset. It can also make phone calls!" Kourtney happily took it. "Wait." "What?" "It's a new product from the Howard Group, and I'd like to ceremoniously present it to my girlfriend." His voice was deep and seductive.

Jonesy held up the spare set of headphones for anyone to take. Berry grabbed the headset, eager to hear whatever Jonesy found, and he rolled his figure to get Jonesy to play the audio back. With his eyes screwed shut, Berry struggled to listen to the message. His eyes sprang open along with his mouth. “What was that? Now the spirits are telling us where to investigate? This is just weird. How often do we have spirits tell us where to go?” “Hand over the headset. Let’s see what we have. Who knows, maybe someone is trying to get this solved finally from the other side?” Greta took the headset from Berry while Eric received Jonesy’s headset. After that, Shayla received a headset so she could li