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** **Nora: CHECK THE NEWS** My stomach dropped I opened the messages first, my hands already shaking Nora had sent links, A whole lots of them Articles, blog posts, social media threads…but that wasnt what shattered me The headlines did, and Immediately, my blood ran cold **”Belle Westwood: Abuser or Something More Sinister?” “The Truth Behind the Viral Assault Case” “Friends Say Belle Westwood Was ‘Different’—But How Different?”** I clicked on one of the links The article was filled with speculation, rumors, theories. But it was the comments section that made my heart stop **User203: I know this sounds crazy and out of the blue, but what if she’s not human? Like, what if she’s a vampire or

while my cheeks burned and I laughed like it was a joke. My sister is holding up one of my printed stories between two fingers like it might bite, rolling her eyes. “Horror? Really? You’re so dramatic.” My mother’s tired voice on the phone. “Just promise me you’ll have something stable, Willa. You can’t live on… spooky little tales.” Then other images, jarring against those. A stranger’s comment under a story I’d nearly not posted at all: *This wrecked me. I saw myself in this. Thank you.*

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

I wink at him and he laughs. "Pizza is ordered. It will be here in about twenty minutes." Gavin says as he walks back into the living room, sitting on a recliner over to the side of the couch. "You want to watch a movie with us dad?" Grant asks. Gavin nods his head and smiles at Grant. "Sure. What are you guys going to watch?" "Naudia said to find something good, so I am going to find a good scary movie to watch." Grant smirks at me, he knows I am not a fan of scary movies. They make me all paranoid and shit.

There was food everywhere, balloons I distinctly remembered telling her not to buy, and a giant cake sitting untouched on the counter because apparently turning nineteen was a national event. I stayed near the kitchen mostly. Safe distance. I was avoiding him. This morning's events still playing over in my head. He was different. Very different and I got scared. I didn't know what to do or who to talk to. Who am I kidding, who am I going to tell that I am scared of my best friend's nineteen year old son who I have been having sex with since last year. A woman who should know better. And yet all I could think about was being on my knees for a nineteen year old a few hours ago.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

“Oh? Well, get some rest. I won’t disturb you.” He raised a brow. “Did I say you were disturbing me? “ “Why no, but...” “I said you can talk to me as long as you want. So, talk about whatever you want until you get sleepy. I’m all ears.” I smiled. “I appreciate that.” He leaned back in his chair. “How long have you been afraid of c thunderstorms?” “Pretty much all my life. Hell, I don’t even like to drive in them. I’ll pull over on the side of the road and wait it out.”

She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher. "Adrian, please" "Please what? Tell me what you need." "I need to cum. Please let me cum." "Then come," he commanded, reaching around to rub her clit. "Cum all over my cock." Mara shattered for the third time, this orgasm even more intense than the others. She screamed his name, not caring who heard, her whole body convulsing with pleasure. Adrian followed her over the edge seconds later, his grip on her hip tightening as he emptied himself inside her again.

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.