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the old man continued, eyes gleaming, “but a creature—ancient and starved—that disguises itself in bark and moss. It waits. Hungers. And when the moon is thin, it feeds.” He ended the story with a dramatic swish of his cloak and sat back down as the fire popped and sparked. Ryan leaned toward me, smirking. “Ten gold coins says that story’s based on a real thing.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re probably right.” After some time, I stood. “I need to… step away for a minute.” Ryan nodded. “Don’t get eaten by any whispering trees.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I slipped away from the firelight.

“Tell me I’m hallucinating.” Blake didn’t even look up. “What?” Charlie leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Tell me I’m not seeing you—Blake freaking Andrews—studying.” Blake finally looked up, scowling. “Do you mind? Ever heard of knocking?” Charlie ignored him, walking over and snatching the textbook off the desk before Blake could stop him. He skimmed a few pages, raising an eyebrow. “Projectile motion? Since when do you give a damn about physics?”

At the same time, all of these are amusing. I sighed, and I was about to smile when I saw four people near the entrance of the field. However, a slingshot blocked my view. “Look! I possess a peasant’s toy!” Both my eyes were about to get married as Riain shoved his slingshot in front of my face. “I was able to evade the guards last night and…” I zoned out the moment he narrated how he snuck out of the palace and went to their local town. He discovered a “peculiar” store and almost bought the store itself because it sells a lot of peculiar things.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

Joba contacted me the other day on social media with a strange F******k account because I also blocked him in return on all social media. He probably viewed my recent pictures that I took during my recent outing with friends and we also visited the beach to have fun. He sent a friend request with the strange account but I didn't accept him. He decided to send a message on messenger to me. Joba said that I was living a carefree lifestyle and If my plan was to start hanging out with friends and start messing around that i should return his bride price first. That I still belongs to him and I can't be living anyhow.

"What do you guys want to talk about? I think we still have twenty more minutes, and I've stated enough about my friend." "Got any stories to tell? I think I'm fed up with the love story of a water fairy," Jai said, looking at the sky. Darrion laughed loudly after Jai said that. "Hmm... What about the Tale of the White Lady?" Naoki offered. "The White Lady?" Jai asked. "What kind of story is that? I've never heard of it," Darrion added.

Bastard! Was he trying to get us caught? “Women you say? Have you gotten a girlfriend?” Frank said he took another bite of his food when I had barely touched mine, thanks to this idiot. “Not at all but I could say a fuck mate.” He arched his head to the side, pawing me a knowing smile. “Oh don’t say that!” Julie said while laughing. “I’m sure you’re going to break a lot of hearts.” “I think it’s the other way round.” He sighed, pulling his hand away with a small frown on his lips. “I’m unlucky when it comes to finding love.”

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

Can't wait to get started. ##################### Disclaimer: Please note that this is just a story and it doesn't define how any kind of relationship should be. This story is purely fictional and does not have any connection to any actual story or any persons lives.

A small, knowing smile neither of them could quite hide, they went to work separately, came home separately. It started with small knocks, his at 8:17 p.m. one Tuesday with a bottle of cheap red wine and two mismatched cups, claiming he “needed help finishing it before it went bad.” She let him in, poured, and they sat on her couch talking about the same nonsense they always did: the landlord’s latest lazy repair job, the neighbor upstairs who stomped like he was auditioning for a tap-dance troop, how the riders outside were getting bolder every week.