Historical Stories Novels & Stories

Jenny realized that whoever that guy is killing people knows the history which means he is someone who wants to repeat the things which have already happened in the past but he also wants to make people realize the old suffering, might be a mad or a psycho. She read and read several times, searched and searched a lot of the data from the internet as well as books. All the things were in front of her and the only thing that was missing was only that person who's behind all this trouble. (While studying all the stuff she fell asleep). Well, her efforts remind me of someone's good words and I want to share with you, 'What is history? It's someone's deed, someone's desire or maybe destiny. But a

“There are angels and demons in their world, yes, pretty similar to us in appearance. However, unlike us, they are of one or another kind. They are just winged humans with a limited arsenal of power. We on the other side are stronger than their archangels claim to be. Still, they are looking down on us. And sometimes you should give them a lesson. You see, our abilities are of a larger range. Plus this realm can be equally hell or paradise for humans. We can drag them here by signing contracts or by their will. We can make someone’s dreams come true or enslave them and demand a price like all fairies can do.” “And if they escape from here they talk about angels and heaven or demons and hell,

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

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.

He knew that one day, the witch will return and when she does, many more will meet their bedtime story heroes, and maybe make another story, he never believed that she died as many use to say, that she must have died of pains, but he was not Like, he waited diligently, for the return of Morolake, the witch Queen. There were many good story tellers in those days and were all well respected, they all were elderly people, who had gathered all their tales by experience, but as for the girl she was sure one without experience, one great reason she was included in the list of the greatest storytellers of all time. Her fame got to all others, but they believed her legendary was rather over exaggera

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

Alain blinked slowly as he tried to comprehend the series of explanations from his best friend. And, as soon as he understood it, his eyes immediately widened. “It is impossible!” Unconsciously, he screamed at the girl. “He can’t possibly try to flirt with me! We’re both men, so how could he be interested in me?” Suddenly, Brielle’s index finger rose right in front of his face. The slender finger swayed to the right and left rapidly. “Homosexuals are not uncommon in this era, Alain,” she said confidently. “Besides, there has never been any news about him dating any girl. He is a famous painter, but there’s no scandal about him for years. He may be gay, right?”

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

“What aren’t you saying?” Lucien stared at the map for a long moment. Then finally spoke. “There were stories.” I immediately disliked where this was going. “What stories?” His eyes lifted. “When I was a child, my mentor told me a legend.” Ash groaned. “Oh great. The apocalypse has a backstory.” Nobody laughed. Lucien continued. “The first convergence divided history into two versions.” I frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means nobody agrees on what happened.” The answer made my headache worse. Kaelen folded his arms.