Interatial Stories Novels & Stories

A small company of wolves who had become my trusted allies. "We are searching for the first story," I told them. "The tale that started everything. It is hidden in a place between the lines of every story ever told." The Navigator's twilight fur shimmered with interest. "I have heard of such a place. It is called the Interstice. It exists between all narratives, all memories, all existences." "How do we reach it?" "We must travel through the void and find the space between moments. It is not easy. It is not safe. But it is possible."

I lay still on my back, legs still spread wide, my body trembling from the intense orgasms Ethan had just fucked out of me. My pussy was a complete mess now — bright red, swollen, and gaping open from the brutal fucking. The warm, sticky load of my stepson felt obscene as it leaked out of my holes, marking me as thoroughly used.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” 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 ten 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.

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

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.”

They left a decent neighborhood for a rundown apartment block. Word on the street was that Rhett got so sick he nearly did not make it, and Kelly aged a decade in a single night. They had once been the pride of the block, always bragging about their daughter’s big achievements. Then, they became the punchline of every neighbor’s joke. People whispered that I went too far, that I forgot old loyalties. In response, I would give a half-smile and stay mum. Did Sheila think of the sacrifices I made while she was off studying abroad on my dime? Did she spare a thought for the house I mortgaged or the plain dinners and crowded bus rides I endured?

She greeted smiling, which she got a lengthy reply to. "Hussain told me you people are traveling tomorrow "Her mother in-law inquired. Nafisa was caught surprised, she didn't know about any journey happening tomorrow. She is already used to that type of surprises, he surprise her all the time. "he didn't tell you. I see "She said cutting nafisa. "Where are you guys going to this time" Khairat , his younger sister asked. "If not because of school , I would have followed you guys"she added without waiting for a reply.

“ She nodded, unable to say a word. Outside, the rain raged on, showing no signs of stopping. ”How's your friend?“ ”Iretiola? She's fine. Thank you.“ ”She and Caleb never got back together,“ he said this in a wondrous tone as if them not getting back together was a big mystery in the world. Riri shook her head. ”Nope. They never did.“ Then she asked. ”Is Caleb in the country?“ ”No. Do you want to see him?“ She shook her head. ”Nope,“ then focused on her

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

The scars on my memory seemed so little compared to what I was seeing and hearing from this lovely set of people . I went back to the psychiatric hospital feeling humbled and thanking God for his many mercies to me. I was gradually experiencing peace with myself. As we were leaving one of the members of the group asked me if Josy has ever talked about her own experiences . I told her about the lose of Josy's child hoping it to be that but she insisted otherwise. I was a bit surprised .I decided not to ask her hoping that one day in her own time she would let me know what the lady had been talking about. I realized how my therapist seemed interested in my back ground . She asked lots of ques