Short Stories With A Twist Novels & Stories

Who knows what we'll run into? The End

Harper and I both must have gained a few pounds on that day because of our overindulgence in food and treats. Together, Harper and I embarked on a guided tour specifically designed to explore the city’s haunted locations and share thrilling ghost stories. It is beyond my understanding why Harper is so captivated by the world of ghosts and other supernatural beings; her fascination with them is a mystery to me. Her happiness is of utmost importance to me; I would, without hesitation, undertake any endeavor to achieve it. Although the event didn’t excite me, Harper thoroughly enjoyed herself.

Sally This is my story, my life. The twists and turns of a thirty-year-old woman. If you'd listen or rather read then you might just be able to imagine being in my shoes. You might be able to see and feel all that happened in my life. There's nothing worse than being in love with someone, exchanging vows with that someone, loving that someone for over ten tears only to find out that it was all a fake. Ten years of marriage was all fake. ****

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

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I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

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She fumbled with the rusty latch, her hands slick with rain and blood. Finally, the gate groaned open. Freedom. She staggered through— straight into a figure cloaked in shadow. Claire’s scream was muffled by a rough hand clamping over her mouth. She struggled, but the grip was too strong. Hot breath brushed her ear as a voice whispered: "You're coming wi th me, little thief." Claire's blood turned to ice. ---

"Tell us more about that client email. Sounds hilarious." Jane laughs and dives in, but every word feels like a brush against that hidden tension. While she's mid-story about some absurd client demand, waving her fork for emphasis, I feel a surge of boldness under his steady glances. The memory of that staircase kiss loops in my head, fueling me. I catch his eye for the one hundredth time and then I do something I never thought I would do. Being flirty. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, and the soft give of it draws his focus like a magnet.