One Story A Day Book 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

A story of survival and justice. I had been hesitant at first. The idea of exposing my pain to the world was terrifying. But then I thought about Elena. I thought about the stories she had written, the truths she had exposed. I thought about the people who might read my story and find the courage to leave their own abusive situations. I had written the first chapter that night. Now, six months later, the book was finished. It was called "The Man on the Morning News." It was a story of betrayal, loss, and redemption. It was a story of finding strength in the darkest of times.

"The place where every unfinished story is abandoned." The room became still. The woman frowned. "A place can't move." "No," the First Reader replied quietly. "It isn't a place anymore." "It became... hungry." The bright point continued drifting across the map. Each line it consumed vanished forever. Adrian watched several glowing paths disappear. "What happens to those stories?" The White Book answered before anyone else could. Fresh words appeared across its pages. They are forgotten before they are ever imagined. A chill ran through the room. The boy slowly closed the nameless notebook.

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

I have seen somewhere once the most dumbass man said, "True Narrator never narrates the whole story in the right order...,?" Author's note - People often ask me, why do I use " ...,? " this kind of punctuation to end any statement? It's because I think and believe, there's no full stop in the end of a sentence and if it is there, then probably the sentence/story isn't ended yet or maybe there's a comma to restart the story after a break but why a question mark? Because there's zero possibility of knowing next...,? His 2 Story !! Book 1 - I'm A Curse...,? Volume - 0 X - xperiment X - xpect X - xperience

Prologue Kanua Village, Zambia; January, 1991 There was a murderous glow in the eyes of the ten year old Luyando Chimeko as she stood watch over her drunk and passed out father snoring away on the mat inside the tent that a good Samaritan had lent to them which they had come to regard as their home for the past one week.

she trails off Alexander holds a hand up to her silencing her, he stands up and shakes his head “So you are telling me the girl I am in love with is going……..” He stops talking and I see the furious look on Kayla’s face “You WHAT!!!! she screamed at him I had to agree with her she was mated to him and he had just admitted he was in love with my mate. Kayla throws the book at him and storms out the room and Alexander chases after. There was so much I wanted to say to him but he had enough problems on his plate. Picking up the book and flicking through, there are pages on vampires, werewolves, witches even hunters and there was a whole section on Alpha-Lunas separate from the werewolf section.

I retort harshly, he sighs. "Listen Gabriella, we have nothing against you, honestly. We only do what we do as a test to every newbie and it seems you passed it." He says and I deadpan. "If you don't believe me ask Jack, he's very aware of our culture here. By the way, I'm Fabian," He introduced himself and I couldn't not help but be confused. "You made me drink toilet water, locked me in the office because it's office tradition? How the hell does that make any sense?" I ask, hoping his explanation satisfies my confusion.

Since the internet was probably the easier thing to obtain, she intended to broach the topic of suggesting it be installed with Jasper first thing in the morning. Lying in the dark, she focused on the light that filtered through the small gap between the floor and the bottom of the door. Shadows danced back and forth as vampires moved about. Do they ever sleep? She thought with frustration. The stories all had them as nocturnal beings. From what Jasper had said, most of the stories about the vampires were incorrect. It figured that this would be one of the few that was accurate.

I appreciate you guys🥺 To be honest, I really had no idea that I'd reach this far. But I'm glad I could write more for you all. And yes, there's a book two! The Story of Alex and Wilbert! The Drunk and the Hunk! Again, thank you so much! sugarmaui-

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary