Relax Stories Novels & Stories

I’m going to take a small, well-deserved nap, but I’ll be back with new stories and new characters to obsess over soon enough. Have fun, enjoy the final read, and I'll catch you all later! — Curvy Writes

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.

Some couldn’t relax while being with a grumpy dude, but he was used to Drey having ‘girl issues’ to the point of almost getting used to it. It had been a long day for him, with constant meetings on how to proceed with the new branch of the company opening in China. David was nursing a headache and was thus craving a drink already when Drey invited him to drink. Loosening his tie, he felt his body relaxing while waiting for his friend to finish his drink. They were at their favorite bar. There was something about the place, the charming and relaxing atmosphere unlike other clubs around, and the fact that entry was restricted made things even better.

She promised herself she would not act like a fool again and intends to keep that vow. Channy shut her eyes. She closes her eyes whenever she wants to relax and needs to be calm and collected. "Don't worry, Channy. You'll be fine. You'll be just fine without him. You can do it!" She closed her eyes again and was about to knock when the hotel room door opened and spat out Rome, the guy she loved, dressed in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his torso. She had seen and touched his body numerous times, yet she was continually taken aback by how well-built Rome was.

She asked, a little louder. "Airport," He said. "And?" She was grappling with her thoughts. His hand cradled the side of her head. Tears flowed down her eyes, she wasn't even thinking about the pain she felt when she saw him with him, "Sh... Relax, my love." He said, his fingers softly brushing the scalp. The tension left her body. But she wanted to know. How far would they last like this? She did not know what to do with his mulishness. She released a long breath and rested back.

"Why does it feel like half the stuff is missing?" "I didn't like them anymore, so I threw them out. I'll buy new things later." Matteo nodded and tossed his jacket onto the couch. As he did, his eyes landed on the suitcases. "You quit your job?" His gaze then shifted to the document resting on the coffee table. "Why do you have your residence registry out?" "I'm exhausted. I just needed a break, so I resigned. And as for the residence registry, I have some paperwork to take care of," Evelyn answered casually as she put her things away.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

This time, it was a real smile, giving his pale face a hint of color. Slowly, he lifted his cup and took a sip of tea. Cooperating with a stranger had always been out of the question for the old Shirley. But now, I needed a partner. And not just any partner—a wise one. Things were calm in the circle. The online rumors had spread for a few days and then fizzled out. How could the marriage between the Harmons and the Reeses really be called off? Conrad was living carefree. Jonathan never greeted him kindly, so Conrad decided to get away and went on a business trip with Kelly.

I opened my music app, hoping to find something relaxing to help me sleep but I noticed several unread private messages sent to me from email. From: Ava [ Claudia, I heard the news! Is it really true that you already resigned? What happened? Are you okay? You didn't tell me anything. I should've help you with your problem. Please, reply to me.] So they were from Ava, my only closest workmates. She seemed shocked by my sudden resignation. Her message was full of concern, asking if everything was okay and if there was anything she could do to help. Just as I was trying to figure out how to reply, another message from her came in, it was a video file this time and it came with a note.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.