Hood Stories Novels & Stories

"She was... every man's dream woman and one man thought himself lucky to be her beloved but that relationship wasn't meant to be because she'd been destined for another by the gods." "Can I give it a title?" She looked up at him. "Sure." "How about Destined Hearts?" She beamed. "Or… His and Hers?" "Nice. I like it." "Go on." "Unfortunately... Her kingdom has been at war with another one for ages. They were so far gone that no one actually remembered the reason for the war in the first place." He said. "It came to a time when a hunter got carried away on his hunt, crossed the border into enemy territory and killed an animal on that land and he was beheaded."

Third Persons Narrative; Raymond and Christiana walk back into the event hall, holding hands, and all smile. Leaving the whole hall confused. They were expecting them to not come back together, or not return at all. Raymond climbs back onto the podium and takes hold of the mic. "Hello, me again. Yeah, so, I'm here to announce to you all that I'm taking my wife and father-in-law away from the Duran mansion, and from now on, they'd be staying with me.

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

Everything was fine but nothing was good. My daughter despite being her father lives with someone else. Zoya and Sameer Bhai helped me to raise my daughter or else I don't know how I would give my daughter a mother's love. Because of my wife, one lie. I lost my first love, my wife. she was suffering from a blood clot still she hid her pregnancy news and at last because of complications I lost her. My wife left us alone. . Time Flies .

The nuns are running the orphanage, which house 80 children who are deaf and mute. Even though Mariya doesn't have a disability, the nuns still accepted her. Mother Superior told her that her biological mother came knocking at the orphanage, pregnant, and already in labor. Her mother gave birth to her inside the orphanage. But unfortunately, her mother passed away shortly. The nuns decided to take a look at the woman's bag and they found a diary. In one of the pages, it is said that the father of the baby is a Japanese businessman who's vacationing in the Philippines. They fell in love, and as their relationship progresses, they found out her pregnancy, and the Japanese man went back to his

“Killing bad guys is fun. The light in her eyes changed to sadness. Ro was against this ‘work’; however, she understood our reasons. She took the big sister role for us. The pacifist of the family. The first to whom we all run when our asses get burnt. She was the first adopted. When she was about to be sold, Tamor interfered. He killed the seller; her husband. A witch and fae hybrid. A powerful gem. So many were after her butt. Although Ro was 20, the best decision was to make her a part of the family. You see no one was stupid enough to mess with Tamor to put their hands on her. Turned out, her husband killed her parents and tricked her into believing he was the good guy who tried his best

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for

he suggested, his fingers pointing to a corner. We strode towards the spot, our eyes never resting as we scanned for any signs of the anonymous lady or someone prying into our conversation. “Spill it out, homie,” he said, as curiosity and an invitation for the truth were evident in his tone. I exhaled, ready for the impact of my words “My dad is… Hope's father.” I said as I anticipated his reaction. Suddenly, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “What the fuck? ” A twinge of shock and disbelief in his voice.

-Yes, yes, so tell me. Tears rolled down Joaquin's face, then he told his brother. -When my mom died, I was seven years old, so what I saw and heard I was never going to forget, with time and asking around I learned the truth about my mom, between what I saw and heard and what they told me, I knew that what I remembered was true when I was little I refused to accept the truth, but with the years and my dad's behavior I came to accept it and that made me even more bitter, when this guy, let me tell him guy, because dad doesn't deserve to be told, this guy bought my mom, when she was still a little girl, she didn't want him, but he had given money and land to his family, he had given her money

Blake Blake had always known that his mother spoke fondly of her high school years. It was one of the things she never got tired of talking about—her best friend, Ruby Bridges. Growing up, he'd heard the name more times than he could count. Whenever his mother talked about friendship, loyalty, or memories of high school, it was always Ruby this, Ruby that. It used to annoy him. He'd never cared much for his mother's nostalgic ramblings, and he certainly never thought he'd meet the daughter of the famous Ruby Bridges. Yet, here Amelia was.