Interactive Shrinking Story Novels & Stories

Conrad barked in the yard, "Shirley, I think you've gone insane! I'm here trying to warn you—Horace is just a useless man! If you know what's good for you, you'd better find a way to break off the engagement. Otherwise, you'll regret it!" I couldn't be bothered to raise an eyebrow at him. I just slowly opened my WhatsApp. [When do we make the next move?] My current teammate was clearly more proactive than the one outside. I typed, [No rush. Let's watch the show unfold.]

Chapter 20: The Edge of the Page The sun was going down in the afternoon making shadows on the oak desk in the studio. Avery's fingers were moving fast over the keyboard. She was really into it, writing the part of The Architecture of Trust for the people who read her stuff online. In the world of stories that come out one part at a time Chapter Twenty was where things had to get really interesting. The people reading it wanted to feel like something was happening and they had to keep reading to see what was going to happen next.

he told her. “What?” she asked again. “I said take it off,” he repeated. “If you don’t want to marry me, take it off and hand it back to me.” Natasha was obviously perplexed, wondering what trick he was now playing. She touched the ring and started pulling it slowly towards her. She had expected it to get stuck somewhere in the middle, thinking that was the trick Tulani was playing on her but when it moved without much trouble, she paused before pulling it off completely.

It's been over an hour now and just as I get as comfortable as I could be in this situation, there's a deafening scream with loud bangs, roars, and the infamous sounds of gunshots. I start darting my eye around trying to find something I can use to help get me out of here, but it's of no use. Mud won't unlock the chains or undo the screws of the cellar door I lay behind. So I pull at the chains trying my damndest to make them loose enough for me to free myself but still nothing. I mean what am I thinking? I'm almost 13 and have no connection with my wolf, if I even have one, I'm sickly thin and have no muscle to rely on

"Just wait in the kitchen for a bit." "Ah, sure." While he went back to his room, I took it upon myself to look around. The apartment itself wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. It seemed like the perfect size for somebody that lived alone. There were no pictures of his family on his shelf. In fact, the shelf was practically empty except for a few manga and comics. There was literally nothing around here. Suddenly, I could feel a scratching on my leg. I looked down and saw Shiro. She meowed at me, then ran away. I thought she probably just wanted to play, so I ignored her, but then a few seconds later, she did the same thing.

She said and pulled out her lips and squinted her eyes. Shirley chuckled. "That little trick doesn't work on me Az cap." Azriel's legendary trick had failed her for the very first time. She'd do this when she needed a favor from someone, and it always went her way, even if it wasn't supposed to. She'd pull her lower lip out and squint her eyes, and she became victorious regardless of the situation. One time, she made the chief so pissed for some unknown reason, and before she would show up to work, chief Tador kept yelling at anyone and everyone he saw, threatening to confront Azriel hard and direct. Azriel showed up, and before he could yell at her, she'd already pulled her lip out and squi

My eyes flicker, and it feels like my heartbeat slows down. I think I'm still shrinking because Jenna is laughing behind me and her voice sounds thunderous. In fact, everything is super loud and scary. My heart pounds in fear when I hear Sarah and Isla laugh like maniacs. I don't like this one bit! Pain is coursing through my entire body. It's like growing pains, but I know I'm not turning bigger—I'm shrinking. And even though my senses are muddled, I can see my hands becoming smaller and smaller until the dress eats me up alive. I'm down on the carpet, swimming in the fabric that once sat tight around me.

He started to blink nonstop as his heart began to race wildly. He really hated body contact, but he somehow didn't hate these feelings, or probably because his junior brother had taken over, since his third leg had begun to rise immediately. Getting hold of the hand that was around his waist, he tried to pull it, but Emma refused to budge. She clung onto him tightly and pressed her face to his back, while the droplet of water was falling on her, from his hair. The sweet Aroma of lavender assaulted her nose and sent shivers down her spine, as his tight butt cheeks were pressing to her stomach, due to their difference in height.

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Alas, his shaking body exposed the torrent of emotions rushing through him. All of a sudden, he recalled having once read in a book that the body scent of the merpeople could ease the symptoms of someone who had compulsive sexual disorder. At the time, he didn't believe merpeople existed and thought it was just a fairy tale. Thinking about it now, he realized that whenever he was with Sylvie, that unique body scent of hers would always make his breath hitch. Just then, his phone started ringing. Nick Henderson, Connor's assistant, exclaimed over the phone, "Something terrible has happened, Mr. Shaw! Quick! Check the latest headlines!"