Sixty Stories Novels & Stories

Keith said in conclusion as he rose to his feet. "Oh, I'm also taking Jennabeth along." I hope y'all had a great read. Thank you for reading "Sixty Days With You." It truly had been sixty days with y'all. To read more of my books, check out the new MM Romance book I recently released titled ' KILLIAN'S GAME.' You'd love it and I promise it's a happy ending!!

The last page had only two lines. "June 25th. This is the 100th time Dexter has ditched me to go help my best friend in the lab." "What a coincidence. The diary's full. Exactly 100 pages." Dexter's chest ached in waves, and at some point, the tears started falling onto the pages. He remembered that day. Brianna had hit a wall with her research and was panicking. He didn't think twice before dropping me on the side of the road and driving to the institute alone.

Once I officially changed my name from Yasmin Adelson to Yasmine Elisse, I booked a ticket home. Chuck showed up one last time, blocking my path. "After six years, you're really just walking away?" I stopped. My voice was low. "You were the mastermind, Chuck Benetton." Forgive you? Not a chance. I said nothing else. And in that silence, he finally let go. I rushed to my mom, linking arms with a grin. Life's full of wins and losses. But because I know how hard it was to get here—I hold on even tighter.

Not the way history will twist it, but as it truly happened. The mortal kingdoms grew too fast. They took the land in smoke and iron, and the great races fell back into the shadows. Wolves hid in the deep forests and mountains. Vampires locked their doors beneath the earth. Witches and wizards vanished behind illusions. My kind, the dragons, slipped into the veils between realms. Six clans. Six elements. Six prides too old and too stubborn to bend. Retreat should have saved us. Instead, it starved us of trust. Old grudges sharpened until they cut open the future. I saw it coming. So did three others. Cillian Hawthorne. Selene Nerezza. Alaric Everley.

“Hi, um, yes, I’m here to work on a project for school with Axle.” “Oh! Yes, of course. Come on in,” She says cheerily as she opens the door wider. She closes the door behind me and says, “I’m Irene, Axle’s mom. And you are?” “I’m Six. It’s nice to meet you.” “It’s nice to meet you too. What project are you working on again?” “Uh, English Lit. We’re writing a report on 1984 by George Orwell.” Before she can answer, Axle runs down the stairs in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white

"Read that." I read it because I want to understand what I am dealing with, not because he told me to. Typed. Clean margins. Terms of Agreement across the top. Six months of fake dating. Public appearances. His jacket at games. My presence at school events. Fifteen thousand dollars split into two payments. A confidentiality clause. No physical contact beyond what appearances require. And at the bottom in slightly heavier ink than the rest: No real feelings. This is a transaction. I read the last line twice.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

"Transferring during second year is such a weird time." "Some stuff happened at my last school, so my aunt told me to just transfer. Plus, my dad graduated here, so I thought I'd try it out too." "Did you get into a fight or something?" Crimson asked. "Please, I'm too scrawny to get into a fight. I'd instantly be knocked out." "Then can I ask what happened?" "You can't." I replied almost immediately. "I'd rather not talk about it." There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then suddenly, Scarlet looked like she lied down, but she actually fell asleep. "That scared me!" I exclaimed as I held onto my chest.

Tasha, who was about my age and lived next door, threw her door open and bellowed. “Go to hell! Do you think being sixty years old means you’re one foot in the grave already? We can easily live another twenty years, but not with someone like you though! Living just a year with you is hell! “Quit whining and scram! I’m done listening to you complaining!” My son was no match for Tasha. His objections were caught in his throat and he ended up having to scurry away with his head hung low.