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In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. 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!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.

"No one does. I don't care what the prophecy says." She looks at me. "You really believe that." "I do," I confirm. Day Five. I bring books today: old stories from my childhood, adventures, romances, anything to distract her from the pain. "Would you like me to read to you?" I ask. She nods, so I sit against the wall beside her, open the first book, and start reading. My voice fills the cell, replacing the silence, the fear, the despair. I read for an hour while she listens without moving, just soaking in the story.

Crimson collected the book from her hand. "Your hands not reaching your ears means that you are still very young and not allowed to start reading love stories so from now you are only allowed to read books like Cinderella, frozen, Moana, Alex in the Wonderland and other Disney stories apart from that, no William Shakespeare books until your hands can reach your ears okay." Crimson said. "But why? I don't want to read that, they are so boring." Pearl pouted.

"When our mom left. He couldn't sleep. The sound of a voice... it helps." I looked at this man—this powerful, intimidating billionaire—standing shirtless in a guest room at 2:00 AM, offering to read me a bedtime story to help me sleep. My heart cracked open a little wider. "Yes," I whispered. "Please." He dragged the armchair closer to the bed. He grabbed the book I had been struggling with—a dense sci-fi novel—and opened it to the bookmark. He started to read. His voice was deep, rhythmic, soothing. It wasn't the voice of the CEO. It was the voice of Noah.

No bad men. “Read,” Alex said. To Adrian. Not me. “Dada reads on Day 1. That’s rule.” _Silence. 8:45 PM._ Adrian picked up book. Opened it. Cleared throat. Not CEO voice. Not witness voice. Dada voice. “Once upon a time,” Adrian read. 58 BPM. “There was a house. That was not a court. That was not famous. That was not bad. That was just… home.”

I know you guys missed me a lot, I'm your Master Narrator. Without me, you will be lost in the sea of Ard. Hmm, I do not want to say it twice but... I'm the best you got...! Let's start the story from the last conversation between Clark and Patrick. Ahm, I guess they were talking about the First King (King Ma'la) Ummm..... Okay, fine! Clark was worried after reading a file in the headquarters and he contacted Patrick, he tried to tell him about his problem but all the time he was making it typical to understand.

“What is it?” “Tales of Loyalty and War,” he said. “Old stories from before the border wars. My father used to read them. When I was younger, I would read through them for hours. It was my way of actually trying to understand the concepts that wolves used to deal with. You can read it aloud for me.” “Is the Alpha in need of a bedtime story?” “It has been a while since I’ve had one. You’re reading it anyway. Might as well read it out loud.”

She had accepted that she wouldn't have children or a family of her own. Her deep thoughts were interrupted when a child approached her with storybooks. The child handed her the books and smiled. "Can you read us a story, Luna?" the child asked politely. Her smile broadened, and she took the storybook. As soon as she opened the first page, she laughed when all the children gathered around her, sitting on the bermuda grass. Abby sat on her lap. "Okay, pups, I'll read you a story. But after the story, I'll ask you questions about what happened in the story, okay?" she asked, and they responded in unison, "Yes, Luna!!" She began reading, and the story wasn't too long, so they didn't take an hou

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Her narration was so vivid, so detailed, that one would think she was reading from a book when in fact, she wasn’t holding anything at all. “You’re amazing, Miss Sandra! You know so many stories! Can you tell us Snow White next?” one child exclaimed in admiration. “Jack and the Beanstalk!” another chimed in eagerly. “Miss Sandra, Alice in Wonderland, please!” came yet another excited request. “Wait! Wait, one at a time,” Sandra said with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all those stories.” “Do you have a secret library of children’s books stored in your head or something?” a familiar voice teased from behind.