Horrible Histories Novels & Stories

By evening, he went to his study leaving me by the window, watching the sun drown into the horizon, red as betrayal. Helen began to resurface in my thought. Her arrogance, her evil smiles. But what frightened me the most, was the flicker of fear that flashed in her eyes before she left. "Fear of what"?. -------- The tires screeched as Helen's car came to a halt outside an old abandoned building, behind it were tall fences and wild hibiscus bushes. Helen! , this is a risky place which we ought not to be in. Her mother spoke in a fidgeting tone.

“They used him. My father used him.” Cole didn’t respond. He just drove faster. By the time they reached the city outskirts, night had fallen again. The skyline glowed faintly through the rain, neon lights blurring against the glass. Cole turned down an old industrial street, parking in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse. “This place used to belong to the Hellborn,” he said. “They moved out years ago. Nobody’ll look for us here.” He killed the engine, turning to face her. “Listen to me. If they really restarted the project, we’re not just dealing with a few dirty scientists. This is federal-level deep. Black-ops, defense contractors, ghost networks. You understand?”

Blue balls caused mood swings, so said some scientific study I read somewhere. Charles shuffled carefully into my room, I might have let my dark side leak a little bit because he currently looked scared of me. Normally he would brush me aside like I did not mean much everyone did that anyways. Switching on the TV to break the ice he sits at the age of the seat before cautiously turning his body to face me. "The share holders are calling for an election, the want to choose a new president." he says slowly as if scared to offend me. "Elect a what!?" I bellowed. You have got to be kidding me! What the hell!

He asked as I began tracing circles across his bare chest. "Xavier you just came home, woke me and fucked me, som-" "Language," he scolded slapping my ass slightly and I smiled kissing his jaw. "I'm sorry, but I know there is something bothering you," I finished and he sighed kissing my forehead. "I had a meeting with Mr Harris" he mumbled and looked up at him to see him frowning. "What did he say?" "A whole lot of bullshit, trying to get more money," he mumbled "Subject change," he whispered his eyes still trained at the ceiling and I pulled away sitting up causing his gaze to divert to me.

Akshay asked me while rummaging through his phone. "You feed me, please." I requested while pouting at him. "I am not doing it. Its so messy, Eat yourself." He said while staring disgustingly at paanipuri. "How can someone hate paanipuri?" I asked him while huffing to show my anger. "Baby, not everyone loves paanipuri. It's just Indian female specie which is mad behind paanipuri." Akshay snorted while telling me his self invented fact.

“I only know what you want me to know.” Samaire straightened her shoulders. “That almost sounded like a complaint. There’s nothing wrong with giving people the edited version. Consider it the highlight reel as opposed to the behind-the-scenes footage.” “I wouldn’t mind seeing the unedited version,” he murmured. She fell into silence and looked out the passenger-side window. Dominic stopped at the red light and automatically glanced at the overgrown field beside the road. It had become a habit for him to check the old horse barn and stable. It was shabby and the wood was decaying from years of neglect. It hadn’t been used for anything for as long as he could remember.

"I'm quite accustomed to it. He is cruel to me all the time." "Really?" "Yes. He finds the ultimate pleasure in abusing me." "He abused you?!" "At every turn." Been living in a fast lane since his early adulthood, there was only a few which could surprise him, but what Blackthorne just heard stunned him. He knew that the duke was a cold, arrogant prick, but he never expected him to be a vile pervert. Looking at the sweet, innocent-looking woman next to him, he imagined the shame and the pain she endured at the hands of her master. Blackthorne was definitely not a moral man, and he might have broken hearts of too many women in his amorous adventures, but he never derived sick, disgusting plea

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in a horror movie? Me neither, until the death of my best friend. My life was perfect until it all came crashing down. . . I looked in the dirty mirror; my big brown eyes that used to carry joy and happiness were now bloodshot from studying way too hard for the physics test I had in the morning. I sat up in my swivel chair and began reading my hardcover textbook. After about an hour of cramming information in my head, I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I turned the light on and examined my face; I had chapped lips, eye bags, my curly hair looked a mess, and my light caramel skin tone looked nothing as it did. I looked pal

Her mind filled with the same forbidden image that always pushed her over the edge: Lucian Cross. The 41-year-old billionaire. Her father’s most dangerous enemy. Tall, muscular, commanding — a man who looked at her like he wanted to devour her whole. She imagined his large, rough hand replacing hers, his thick fingers stretching her virgin hole while he growled dirty words in her ear.

There's so much history and hate which makes me wonder if it will ever be possible for our families to let go and move on. I hope so. New blood and marriages and forgiveness will be the answer, I tell myself. Even so, I have my doubts. Our father, for example, is so set in his ways and his hatred for the Mennetti's that it's disconcerting. Our families declared war on each other so long ago and the rivalry hasn't eased up.