Shrinking Story Novels & Stories

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.

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Gone was the majestic creature I had once known, replaced by a smaller, weaker version of itself. My heart sank, heavy with disappointment and anguish. Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to comprehend what was happening. How could this be? How could my wolf continue to shrink, to wither away before my very eyes? It was a cruel twist of fate, a mockery of the resilience I had tried to cultivate within myself.

“Why is the dirt… sinking?” It was subtle at first. The ground didn’t drop. It compressed. Like the clearing was being pushed into a smaller version of itself. Trees leaned inward. Shadows shortened. Air thickened. Mael’s voice trembled. “It’s folding us.” “Yes,” I whispered. “It’s reducing space.” The hum returned. Satisfied. Collapse introduces resolution. Kairos spat into the dirt. “We’re not a math problem!” The earth compressed again. The trees were closer now. Branches scraping against each other without wind.

Eventually, my body went numb, and I had difficulty breathing. But I kept drinking, glass after glass. Empty bottles piled up in front of me like a small mountain. Lorenzo's expression grew darker, and the hand resting on his knee clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Finally, when I felt so sick to the point I couldn't breathe, my glass fell and shattered, and I had to stop. I crouched down, covering my mouth, and coughed violently. Blood seeped through my fingers, but still, I forced myself to reach for another glass.

“You don’t know shit about what I’ve built or what I’ve lost. You think your little bookstore is the center of the universe? Grow up. The world doesn’t stop for rose bushes and storytime.” She yanked free, but didn’t step back. Their bodies were inches apart, rain pouring between them. “And you think money fixes everything? That you can just take what you want and call it progress? You’re empty. Cold. The second this deal’s done, you’ll forget I existed.”

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Sir Dan laughed out so loudly that heads started to turn to our direction. "My bad! I meant more mature men." my voice squeaked an octave higher as I was trying to justify my choice of word. "As the saying goes, age doesn't matter," I said further. "True. It's the size that matters and performance," Sir Dan added. "Sir Dan!" I gave him a meaningful look as his green mind was coming to the surface. "By the way, can I have your Instapix account, Des?" Mr. Dalton asked me. "Sure!" I passed him my phone to get my QR code scanned.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth