Public Domain Story Novels & Stories

After one exits the domain, a year could have passed outside when, in fact, they have only been staying for a day. The reason precisely why this place was called the Ancestors' domain is that there is no concept of time and it is good for those who are about to die. Only those generation leaders are allowed to stay here to preserve their lives for them to pass their powers and knowledge down to the next generation. The trials continue for all of the students. As of now, no one has yet passed the pond of inner-self. When the other students reached the shore, they noticed something strange. Earth is missing.

Ethan says, I nodded and forced myself to smile. I was using different account before when I was in elementary and middle school. I deleted that account and created another account which is my Seafly. But since we’re not talking anymore that time, I didn’t tell him about my Seafly. I’m planning to tell him about it but I still don’t know when. I just know that this is not the right time. “Do you have a plan this Saturday?” Ethan asks. “Not sure, but maybe I don’t have a plan that day since we don’t have a class,” I answer.

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

She nodded, lips pressing together. I stepped away. As I turned, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. I answered. “Clara Kane,” a smooth male voice said. “Or do you prefer some other name these days?” My spine snapped straight. “Who is this,” I said. He chuckled. “Apologies,” he said. “Professional curiosity. My name is… irrelevant," for now. I represent interests aligned with Dominion.” “Then your name is ‘lawyer’ until proven otherwise,” I said. “State your purpose.”

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

I don't know who gave him my address. 'It's okay,' her father said. 'You may sit down lets sort this matter out. My young man what is your name?' 'My name is Dominic Wuba. My friends call me Dom.' 'That's alright. Have you got grown up sisters of about the age of my daughter in your home?' 'Yes sir.' 'How do your parents feel when men come into the home with uncertain missions?' 'Well sir, they shout at the girls when the young men leave the house.'

Daniel passed her the coffee he made, and Ama started sipping it slowly. "Daniel, please, I will tell you this as a mom: don't do anything stupid either to your dad or your sister; everything will be fine," Ama said. "Mom, I am fine. I will figure out how this torment will stop. You have suffered a lot, mom, and I hate seeing you cry. Dad is a beast." Daniel burst "He's your dad; stop calling him a beast," Ama said. "He's not my dad; he beats his wife up; he beats his son; he kills and destroys souls. Wait, mom, I am fucking thinking he isn't my dad, nor is he your husband; you aren't telling me something," Daniel says.

"Okay, okay, but seriously. We've been dating for a while now, living in this shoebox apartment…" "Hey!" I mock-gasped, clutching my heart dramatically. "This shoebox has character." "All the character of a damp sock," Dom countered with a smirk. "But seriously, Lila," he used the alias I'd created for myself in this new pack, "wouldn't it be nice to have a little more space? Maybe a backyard for future… let's say, furry additions to the pack?"

DOMINANT & SUBMISSIVE BY EDNA BRUCE. A.K.A YOURSYCHODREAMS REMINDERS Before you all start reading, please understand that this story is the first draft, and hasn't been edited, revised, or anything. And also, I'll be so happy if every one of you follows me here on goodnovel💋

Sir Dan laughed out so loudly that heads started to turn to our direction. "My bad! I meant more mature men." my voice squeaked an octave higher as I was trying to justify my choice of word. "As the saying goes, age doesn't matter," I said further. "True. It's the size that matters and performance," Sir Dan added. "Sir Dan!" I gave him a meaningful look as his green mind was coming to the surface. "By the way, can I have your Instapix account, Des?" Mr. Dalton asked me. "Sure!" I passed him my phone to get my QR code scanned.