Mha Text Stories Novels & Stories

Her father asked, great fear registering in his eyes. “Is there any other type of CEO dad?” Natasha was taking the whole thing lightly, completely oblivious to the tsunami blowing in her parent’s heads. “He is the Chief Executive Officer. TMH is owned by his parents. Why do the both of you look like you’ve just discovered the colour of death?” Martha and Bernard were giving each other terrified knowing looks. “How could this be?” Martha asked. She was mostly speaking to herself than anyone else in the room. “Are you that shocked that he’s that rich or are you thinking about what the hell took me so long to tell you this bit of information?”

He nodded slowly, bracing himself for what was to come. *** Master Ken was walking through the town when Mahara appeared out of nowhere and began to tag along. He tried to shake her off, but she was persistent and refused to be ignored. "Master Ken," Mahara started with a huge grin, "Do you like listening to stories?" Master Ken, attempting to hide his annoyance, replied, "I prefer listening to true stories rather than fiction." Mahara's smile widened, "Me too! I know a great storyteller. Come with me." She pulled him into a library-like room.

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

Henry helped him and landed him 400$. “Don’t forget the 100$ that you borrowed last month” Henry huffed. “Are you serious buddy? You don’t need to remind me. I will return your amount on time. I’m In a hurry and I have to go right now, ill see you soon.” Keith hesitated and rushed to his workplace. “Keit---” Henry stood up but couldn’t speak to Keith because he rushed out of the house. Keith walked into the shop and kept the 500$ back into the locker and when Mr. Paul came, he showed him the amount with the calculations and said the money was right there but Mr. Paul couldn’t notice it because of his weak eye sight.

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.

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.

There is no but Ibrahim just lay down in bed and sleep.... He lay down in bed and says I will not talk with you now..... Mehak laugh and says you really can do this? Ibrahim didn't say anything..... Than mehak came closer to him and kissed his lips..... So today I complete 100 chapters of this story..... Thank you all for your support without your support it will not possible for me to write 100 chapters

I hope you like it and let me know what you think about the story :) -Hua

The stories she had shared with Theo melded with the narratives of the dream realm, creating a kaleidoscope of tales that danced before her in a mesmerizing display. As she wandered through this fantastical land, Mama Hazel encountered creatures of myth and magic, each one a guardian of stories untold, a keeper of secrets waiting to be revealed. The characters she met whispered of forgotten tales, of hidden truths, and of the transformative power of storytelling that bound their fates together in an intricate dance of destiny.

'Maybe you already know everything about him but in your books they've written a half truth. T - They H - Hate E - East M - Men Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)