Question Stories Novels & Stories

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

There were only a dozen minutes left before their class schedule started. “Wait a minute,” Alain suddenly spoke again, making René look at him again. “Maybe we can ask Brielle Park?” “Brielle Park? Oh, that girlfriend of yours?” "She is my friend, not my girlfriend!" Rene just rolled his eyes upon hearing his student's rebuttal. “But yeah, I was talking about that Brielle Park," the younger man spoke again. "I once asked her if she has a sister or relative named Park Ah Reum, but she changed the subject and refused to answer. Isn’t that weird? I think she is hiding something from me.”

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.

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

“You’re serious? The school saint wants the biggest player on the football team to pop her cherry? That’s a bold ask, Harper.” “I’m serious,” I said, my cheeks burning but my resolve firm. “I know your reputation. I know you’ve been with a lot of girls. That’s exactly why I’m asking you. I want it to be memorable. I want the whole school to know it happened. I want them to stop laughing at me.”

Hen was so happy to see Cat, so they sat outside and talked and laughter for a long while, and when it was getting dark, Cat said to Hen, "Can we do this again please"? "Of course...we can"! Said the hen. That is how the hen and the cat became very close friends in the animal kingdom, and all other animals there became jealous of their friendship. THE END OF MY STORY! At this point, everyone laughed and laughed, and asked Mr Lucas not to end the story, but continue. Unfortunately, it was the end of the story. About a minute later, Mr Lucas said.. "That is how most persons give up on what they want, while others handle situations with wisdom".

You all will loved it. Give it a chance. Also give reads to my other books if you like the story. "Her Saviour Alpha" "Pregnant With My Rejected Billionaire" "My Billionaire Mafia Queen : Battle of Love" . Thank you

I admit, I’m out of my element. “You have to come clooooooser, mama” Ian whines, putting out his hands to me. “And tell us the good story.” “What’s the good story?” Victor asks passively, stroking Ian’s hair. “The story of our dad, and how he met our mommy,” Ian says, heaving a big yawn. “It changes every time, and we get to ask questions, and guess if it’s real or just a story,” Alvin adds, smiling with his eyes closed.

Two Months Later: Emily’s POV It's been two months since the incident. My bruises are starting to get healed. Luckily, my husband didn't notice them as we rarely have sex and he is out of town right now. As I'm recovering, a fear is lingering around. He told me we will fuck after I recover. I'm scared, really very scared, what will Clover do if I refuse him again? Will he punish me, AGAIN? What will he do with me , even if I don't refuse him? Can I trust him? Definitely not , after what he did.