November Story Novels & Stories

The limits are limited for everyone who doesn't care what a blessing is for can't understand why they were sent into this world but because few people try this kind of stupidity we always found a new and a great story. As you can have my own example, I'm telling you the story of that one person who alone triumphs the world and also I'm telling you about the one who doesn't care about the value of human blood, or maybe he knows…,? Who knows!? Finally they reach the place where they wanted to, Jenny has something in her mind. She is thinking what if the address is not right, what if the man is the culprit who’s sitting inside in his house, and other confusing thoughts are floating in her head.

This place somehow reminded me of Christian Grey's company in the fifty shades of grey movie. "Hello miss, can I help you?" A fair lady who looked like she was forced to this job, nevertheless looking beautiful and perfect in her office clothes, asked me, I could feel blood rush up to my cheeks but thank God for my colour, no one would ever know I was blushing. I walked over to her, giving her my most friendly smile. "Hi, I'm November, November Tete" I introduced my self. "Uhm, I was just wondering if I could get a job here, I mean not a very serious job since I'm still schooling." I started, then she smiled

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

the girl on his laps unbuckle his trouser and his dick sprang out. "Get a room mother fuckers" The first guy yells at them. The two laughed cockily before leaving the scene, "stop been hard on everyone go after your shawty" The second guy chuckles and drip his last card. "November is not like everyone here" He replied. "We never said she is, she's getting higher in a week don't you think? The moment she come against Fiona that's here end" He said and stand up leaving him. November was kidnapped as a slave last week by this time,at the time she was about been sold off to hong Kong boss place order for her to be taken in and trained.

I picked one of the books opening it to read through it, but it fell from my hands immediately I saw the first sentence written on the first page. 'O D Eleven's Journal, Mary Davies story.' I gasped, clutching my heart tightly. Justin was O D Eleven, he was the one writing my story. This was unbelievable and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Was he pretending to like me all along. I picked up another book, this time around and I saw Juliet's name. 'O D Eleven's Journal, Juliet Davies story.'

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Amid my struggles, I heard the scrunch of snow somewhere behind me. My entire being froze with the amount of possibilities that it could be the slender man. I was sweating, but my body was cold. All the hairs on my arms and back stood up as I trembled in fear of what’s coming next. I could hear it slowly drag every other step as it approached me. An image of a bloody lady wearing a shredded white dress walking while dragging her chained leg popped into my head. ‘Damn those scary stories told in my school!’

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

Back then, when Matteo lost his sight, he had been discarded like a broken chess piece. But she had stayed. She taught herself Braille just to help him read. She attended classes with him, took him outside to sit in the sun, cooked his favorite meals… Back then, it felt like she had stolen a piece of the moon, bringing its light into their world. For seven years, in all the darkness, she had found happiness. However, the moon was never hers to keep. And the past? The past was a place she could never return to. That afternoon, the doctor took Evelyn for further tests.

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.