Interactive Story Novels & Stories

Hit that follow button, add the next story to your library, and let’s dive right into the next chapter together💃 Title: The Enigma's Legacy - this story is a sequel set 20yrs from where we ended, it follows the story of Elera, Jax's and Kai's daughter. Hang in there don't go anywhere, see you on the next 😘

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His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

I played along, encouraged her to grow her online presence, and funneled money into boosting her content, all so that today's broadcast would reach as many people as possible. "Evelyn, I know I was wrong. You will be the only wife I will ever have in this lifetime. No matter where you are, no matter what you're doing, I swear I will find you. "You promised me that you would stay by my side forever. If anyone watching this live stream knows where Evelyn is and if you have any information on her whereabouts, I'm willing to offer a generous reward. Thank you." Behind him, the massive LED screen that had been displaying videos of him and Wendy suddenly glitched. Then, it switched to a photo of E

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.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

END. Couldn't think of a perfect way to end this, anyway __ all in all, we have come to the end of our story , if you haven't said anything since we started , come on, this is your chance, please say something, anything, whatever , just anything you think about it... thanks for reading, don't forget to vote and thanks in advance for your feedback❤

David's eyes suddenly becomes teary after reading this, but he smiles instead. Thirty minutes later, David grabs his guitar and tries to play it, but he suddenly puts it away and decides to cook instead. Briana had turned her house into a Karaoke and was singing to her heart's content when she hears a knock on her door. She hesitates for a bit thinking it might be her stalker. When she finally opens the door after peeping through the camera on her door but sees no one, David suddenly appears from the corner, scaring her to death.

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