Nice Story Novels & Stories

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

However, I hid my surprise and leaned in to whisper, "What's going on here?" Yoran simply flashed a roguish grin. "Just work with me. When we're done, I'll set you free." Joey was left ashen-faced watching us flirt. Eventually, she scoffed. "Oh, how lucky you are, getting pregnant so soon. I guess the rumors of you being neglected were false." Hearing that, Yoran turned and frowned at Joey. "It's not up to you to meddle in my private affairs, ma'am."

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.

“He has no reason to. You're so careful about what you say that sometimes I think you're more afraid of him than I am. The black eyes gleamed. — What do you think of my brother? I bet you're scared to death of him too. — Enough, Nizea . Fleur remembered it was the teacher and rose with authority . “You're getting too sassy. I better go. His voice shook. “I didn't mean to be bold. It's just that when we're away from school, it's hard to think of you as my teacher. I consider her one of my friends. Fleur couldn't resist the praise and the sincerity with which it was said: “If you want me to stay with you, we need to do something. — I wrote a story last night. My leg was hurting and I couldn't

i might look like one of the popular guys but sometimes i feel l;ike i don't fit in with some people to their surprise, i'm a bit of a nerd you know, i like gadgets and stuff like that so having being the nerd with beach boy looks confuses people, specially girls, first they like to be with me and the moment they see my nerdy side they almost can not believe their eyes and run away with lost of excuses, well anyways that's what happened at my highschool before so that is why i was not 100% looking forward to tomorrow´s first day at Bedrock Uni!¨ he explained to her while she listened to him in silence. After has told her his feelings a little Jessica feels like telling him her story….. ¨Sinc

The man rolled down the window and asked him… “Is everything alright buddy” “Yes, would you mind parking the car at this side. I wanted to talk to you.” Keith said while pointing towards the side of the road. “Umm… Sure…” The man hesitated but thought that Keith was a poor guy and needed help so he parked the car at the side. The man came out and there was a woman inside the car. “See… I like being straightforward and I hate arguments.” The man kept quite and seemed confused. “Give me all the money you have. And before you say a single word don’t have a look at this.” Keith kept the sharp pointy edge of the knife at the mans stomach.

"I haven't heard of anything similar." Nike answered almost immediately. Shortly afterward, he turned to his brother and waited for his response. "I think I heard of a similar story about that particular princess from my nanny, one time. But sadly, I never heard from that nanny again. It was a shame. Her stories were the most fascinating ones and they never ceased to amaze me. You see, there was this one story about----" Before Niccoli could even continue his long winded tale, Jace already cut him off.

I don't regret whatever happened between us but I also don't want him to feel pressured into a relationship with me. I couldn't sleep so I lay awake and read stories from my Good Novel online book app, the different genres of stories on the app had made it my favorite to go to whenever I was less busy and wanted to read some good stories. I had already purchased some coins on Tuesday to finish the story I was reading The Life Of Bisi the tragic story of a gay Nigerian boy. I could almost relate to the boy's story as I read through, I was still on chapter 29 when a call came through my phone. It was Jude, and the memories of last night flashed unbidden through my mind's eyes. "Hello."

Had I disagreed or made a terrible impression, they would have released that instead. I am slowly learning to have patience and to work things in my favour better now. Though I am far from Kain’s level of understanding of this game. The gathering is at some swanky hotel, though not one owned by Kain. For a change, we’re not the ones hosting these parties, it seems. Though we are the only company invited since it is to do with our pairing up with Jane’s father’s company.

On the windowsill sat a pot of blooming bougainvilleas. When I pushed open the window, the salty sea breeze carried the scent of lemon blossoms toward me. For the first time in three years, I could breathe freely. I put down my suitcase and went into town to buy some daily necessities from the market. The old woman selling fruit smiled and gave me two extra oranges, saying in broken Anglic, "Welcome to town, young lady." Suddenly, I felt like crying. In the years I spent with the Moretti family, I had grown accustomed to the coldness and scheming of others. Now, faced with the kindness of a stranger, it felt unreal.