One Thousand Stories Novels & Stories

Tife Okuwobi, ID number; 40515176, email; lamefacebook72@g***l. com. GoodNovel company. Dear GoodNovel Application Company, Request to remove my novel from your application. My name is Tife Okuwobi with the ID number; 40515176. I have a novel entitled "One Thousand Years" on your application. I wrote a letter to you some few weeks back about terminating the contract I signed with GoodNovel company and I was sent a reply for the agreement.

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Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist. Damon walked over to the glass coffee table and picked up a thick folder. “Here is my offer. One month. You live here. I have complete control over your schedule, your writing hours, and your… research. In return, I will pay off every single debt your publishing company left you with. All of them. Additionally, you will receive two hundred and fifty thousand dollars per month as allowance. Paid in advance.” Ara’s mouth fell open. Two hundred and fifty thousand? A month? That was more than she ever earned from writing.

Katherine asked, cutting the silence in half. As a child, the only thing that would bring Katherine comfort was storytelling and as she grew up she became more intrigued by novels and the writings of experts. To Katherine, stories were a kind of safe place where her imagination could run as wild and as free as it pleases. Lucian leaned forward and Katherine began to adjust where she was seated until she was face to face with him. The fire that was still burning cast a shadow on half of his face but his red eyes continued to glow dark but vibrant.

ALISA’S POV The live stream had ended thirty minutes ago, but the city didn’t need me to sign off. It was already voting with every share, every comment, every desperate phone call flooding Kael’s inbox. I stood in the middle of the penthouse living room, barefoot on cool marble, wearing only one of his black shirts that skimmed my thighs. The claiming mark on my shoulder throbbed in time with the bond—golden threads pulsing warm and constant, like they were sealing us into something eternal. Kael paced three steps away, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and lethal as he dismantled yet another threat.

Some of them have even taken her home and— Cheers erupted again when someone else, a middle-aged woman, stepped onto the stage and Lena stood beside her as she twirled her hair seductively. “Who will be going home with her tonight? Start bidding!” The woman yelled, and I watched as Charles stepped forward excitedly. “Five hundred dollars.” “One thousand dollars!” “Two thousand!” “Three!” “Ten thousand!” Kale, who was watching uninterested, leaned closer to me and whispered. “All this money for one chick? Ain't she too privileged?” He asked and I didn't bother replying to him as I stepped forward slowly. “One hundred thousand dollars,” I announced and the whole room went silent immediately as

My whole body is numb, and all I can do is cough and sneeze. As soon as I get to land, I lay on the cold snow in a ball on my side. I can't feel anything. Maybe I am going to die. Freeze to death. Here lies Temperance Andrews. A pathetic nothing that died with no one to care about it. I close my eyes, not caring what will happen. In movies, there is always a person telling the other not to close their eyes. But no person is telling me that, so why should I care? ******************************

A pair of arms wrapped around me, and I instantly settled into the familiar embrace as both of us watched the sun set over our kingdom. I couldn’t help the squeal of delight that escaped my mouth. I had finally completed my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The look on my editor’s face was one of disbelief when I announced I was stopping all other books to focus solely on that one. I guess writing 1001 Dark Tales takes a long time, four years to be exact. Still, I had written enough books with the help of my quill that I had more than a steady income.

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.