Mfm Stories Novels & Stories

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

I saved the rest for the children’s schooling. For a long time, I could not leave the village. I had fields to tend, children to raise, and a grief so heavy that even breathing felt like labor. At night, I often dreamed of the motorcycle. In the dream, Dominic rode slowly along the mountain road. The sky was gray. The wind was cold. He never turned back, no matter how loudly I called his name. Our children sometimes asked what kind of man their father had been. I always told them the truth that mattered most.

He'd been wrong. ~Three Months Earlier~ The coffee in Marcus Chen's office had gone cold an hour ago, a ring of beige residue coating the inside of the mug. He hadn't noticed. His attention was fixed on the research proposal spread across his desk—the one that had kept him awake until 3 AM for the past week—and the one that was about to be picked apart by the woman sitting across from him.

“I caught a glimpse of that intense conversation you had with Cade in the service hall during intermission. Is... is that what has you so shaken up tonight?” I let out a long, ragged sigh, staring at the moonlit water. “Yes and no,” I answer quietly, my throat tightening. I want to tell him about the blood. I want to tell him about the knife and the shadow of Scarfo, but the mafia code of silence is a physical noose around my neck. I don't know who I’m allowed to trust anymore.

Kindly review and vote for the story if you like it. Now that we have reached the end of the book, I have planned more stories. However, I need your support and motivation to write it. I am planning Lucia's (Cia) story next. I have planned Ben's and Ad's stories as well. I have an outline in my mind about the story, just need to finalize it. Kindly motivate me by writing if you want Cia's story in the MMH's comment section. You can follow me on social media. F* and I*. My username is the same as my pen name. I hope I can see you there soon. You can ask me questions directly on social media and I will do my best to answer them.

Adam finally spoke, the man glanced at Zean with his sharp and dark eyes, of course Zean would not be affected by those cynical eyes, he was used to it. "I've never had a girlfriend before, do you think dating is fun? Suicide is another name for slow suicide, imagine you have to type love messages all the time, then you have to update your lover all the time, I'd better hire a prostitute from on having a girlfriend." Zean took a deep breath, then took a lazy glance at a shop across the street, before a few seconds later he completely opened his eyes when he saw Elina coming out of the shop. Zean immediately glanced at Adam, who was clearly looking at Elina intently.

Ashly was sitting alone in the meeting room. She was so sunk into the book she was reading. It's been a month since Monika left, and it's not like Ashly didn't feel bad when Monika cried in front of her, but what she can do She never likes to share her things with others. And it's not a bad thing because, apparently, her husband is also the same. Well, talking about now, she was reading a book called "The History of the Mafia Kingdom", when Zia entered the room.

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 :-)

Oops, I'm ashamed of what happens when I grow up I remember the moment of this incident. Towards sunset they said goodbye to me. Yes, an exciting and funny day for sure. I don't forget to write my story today in my favorite diary, the diary of Miftah, of course. And now there is a Miftah flower which will be beautifully planted in my flower pot later. Is it possible that my relationship has been going on for a long time with Miftah, pessimistic, her name is dating Junior High School, if you get bored you will definitely find a new boyfriend or girlfriend again.

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.