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I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

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.

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

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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.”

A story of broken hearts, hidden truths, and unexpected love. The story of a billionaire who lost everything—and found something better. The story of a woman who protected her child against all odds. The story of a boy who brought them both back to life.

His question came out fast and she racked her brain to think. "I..." She wanted to speak but he interrupted. "If you're not even sure then it's not worth it. Do you know that the most basic stories can make the headlines as long as they have enough elements to attract attention? If you put this out, you can barely make the second page. Yes it's an interesting topic, but what about it is not just another scandal against a big company?" He stated bluntly.

“How many stories?” There was another pause. “Understood. Send me everything you have.” He ended the call and remained facing the window for a moment, his phone still in his hand. I waited, but when he didn't turn around, I finally spoke. “What happened?” He turned around slowly. “That was one of my journalist contacts.” “And?” “Someone is deliberately spreading stories among humans about violent werewolves.” My stomach tightened. “What? What kind of stories?” “Stories about attacks. Missing people. Werewolves supposedly hunting humans.” He shook his head. “Some of the details are real, but they're being twisted and connected to things that have nothing to do with each other.”

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?