Kabesang Tales Novels & Stories

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

I muttered, my face turning red as I stared at him. Just then, he removed his hand, scribbling some words in his book, the nurses watching his every step. “I don't know how you would take this information, ma'am,” he said, his voice low, which kind of made me nervous. “What news?” I asked. He exchanged glances with the nurses, shaking his head. What news does he want to say, and why was he delaying saying it? I was alive; that was what mattered, right? “I'm sorry to announce to you that you have ¦lost your baby, and your womb is damaged. It might take a while to heal,” he said without a smile on his face.

Rachel rose up, clutching the blanket to herself. "Norbert! You need to go back to bed." His response was only a snort as he slid beneath the sheets. She covered him up, and made to leave but his strong hands pulled her back. "A kiss goodnight?" He whispered so lightly she almost didn't hear him. Leaning down, she dropped a kiss on his forehead, and then his nose. Norbert reached up and kissed her full on the lips. "Never meant to hurt you.." He drawled, dozing off immediately.

The Bali Girls of course accepted him wholeheartedly afterwards, especially because he and their outside blocker Trish are actually an item now, but, and at Babylee’s own suggestion, he no longer joined their sleepovers. From Mrs. Lapuz, Kate had heard stories about an unspecified hometown as Kate was growing up. During bedtime storytelling, Mrs. Lapuz, who liked going all out, getting into character and changing her voice, told her tales a la Hansel and Gretel, but the grimmer and definitely scarier version because it sounded like it had been lifted from real-life superstition – or what was, in Kate’s own words, “rural legends”, because they retained distinct motifs of countryside animism.

The old woman shivered and held her paper bag close to her chest. “Can’t you hear me? "Keith exploded. “Please let me go. I have very less money and I’m a needy person. I have purchased my bread for tomorrow morning. Please have piety on me!” The old woman cried with teary eyes. “This is the last time I'm warning you to hurry up” Keith moved the knife closer to her face. The old woman took out her valet but kept it in her hand. “Please” The old woman begged. The tension between them increased and Keith pushed the old lady down the road and snatched her valet. He ran away as fast as he could and didn’t turn around.

"But she's already gone. And I won't tell you where she went." "Is she… okay?" Lorenzo asked, his voice so low it was barely audible. Margaret gazed at him with a complicated expression. In the end, she said, "She's fine. Better than you can imagine. The two months she spent here were the happiest I've ever seen her. She would smile, sing, and chat with the customers. She stopped having nightmares and waking up in terror. She stopped being afraid of being touched." "So, you'd better stay far away from her." Margaret picked up her scissors and cut a flower stem with a sharp snip. "She barely managed to come back to life. Don't destroy her again."

said Tia extending her hand. Kabir got up in a quick movement. As his chair slid behind him, it hit a waiter carrying a dish of noodles to a nearby table, and the waiter lost his balance because of the impact. Kabir noticed neither the waiter nor the flying dish of noodles. He looked up and saw the two most beautiful eyes that he had ever seen. They were blue like the ocean, sincere and intelligent, twinkling like the stars. It appeared to Kabir that they held the most beautiful secrets of the world and seemed to enjoy the fact that others had no clue about them – they were so full of laughter and mystique.

Stepping away, I pull the net curtain up, waiting until Jessa comes to tend to my room. By the time she is done, I've finished translating old Jade Province dialectic from a book from Tai's library. It's old tales of the Beast, stealing children from villages, some never to be seen again. It's hard to tell how much of it is true accounts, and how much of it is fiction.

There’re more slave towns near the city, hers is a long way from here. Before the princess could answer, the doors opened and the king entered the room. He’s dressed in a much more elaborate clothing than the princess, the crown on his head indicating his royal status. He strode in, his white long hair glistening. At six feet tall, and reminding her of Thandruil from the Hobbit. “I see you two have already acquainted yourselves—if you could please excuse us for a while, my child, I have some important matters to discuss with our guest.” “She’ll be with you again shortly.” The king added when he saw the reluctance in his daughter’s eyes.

Amongst the tests given were; fighting combat, which Hymas excelled at, they were give the opportunity to rule Transylvania for a year, which my dad did best, Transylvanians loved him because he was very friendly, and the last tournament was to go into the New world, observe and study the environment for 4years, and bring the report back to the overlord Everyone had gone their separate ways, into the New world, there my dad met a Mortal being, a dweller of Earth Realm, her name was Katherine, their bond had grew stronger together, she showed my dad many places, they shared their secrets with each other, dad's own was that he was a vampire, and he was sent to the New world for a test, while