I Cest Stories Novels & Stories

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

Nope,“ then focused on her now cold coffee. Caleb and Ireti had broken up around the same time that she and Dafe did. Bemoaning their fate with men, the girls had both broken into Caleb's multimillion mansion with Ireti's key and had drank almost his entire bar. Ireti had even accidentally broken his t.v in the process. In the process of leaving, they'd had left the gates and the doors wide open for anyone to come in. Burglars took the invitation and had carted away his million dollar watch collection. It was the security man who had discovered the act the next morning and had promptly called his boss, who promised hell when he returned.

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.”

she lamented, he got up and walked over to the other side of the table and sat partly on the table, they stared at him “I am not the man behind this project neither am I the master mind” he said to her “Then who the hell is?” Roxanne questioned, he was silent for a while “You are” he said and they all looked at her, she looked confused “What the hell are you saying” she asked “You are the founder of IBED” he said “What the hell is IBED? I don’t even have a job talk less of a company” “IBED, International Body for Evolutionary Divergence”

I said "I'm Josy Richard. I'm single and ready to mingle .I'm thirty years old .I'm from a family of six . I have three elder siblings and I'm the youngest .Your turn Riley" I'm Riley Essah ,I'm twenty years old . I'm from a family of four and I'm the youngest . Actually I'm adopted . "Would it be ok if I asked you about your biological parents ?" Sure it's fine Josy we're friends now and friends always share ."

It was getting darker, and I was getting nervous. No, I'm not afraid of the dark. Fairies are twilight creatures; night was my time. But in all its beauty the forest was dangerous. And more so during the night hours. The perfect time for hunting. And you were the delicious, juicy, mouthwatering, and most wanted pray. I was feeling the dread increasing, but as a lighthouse greeting and guiding you to the shore, away from menacing waters- The lights of the city called for us. A few more steps were needed and before us, covering almost the entire valley laid Celirium. The capital of the great Ilysterion kingdom.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Three weeks into October, Dr. Whitmore from the National Institute of Neurological Disorders called with an opportunity that changed everything. "I'm on the review board for the Breakthrough Research Initiative," she explained, her voice crackling over Marcus's office phone. "We're allocating emergency funding for high-impact neuroscience projects, and your name came up in our discussions. Combined with word that you have a visiting researcher from Berkeley—Dr. Vasquez, is it? we're wondering if you'd be interested in submitting a proposal."