Skeleton Stories Novels & Stories

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Bones cracked and reshaped and suddenly a man knelt náked in front of me. He was so tall. Covered in scars that told stories of fights he had won and lost. His cóck stood rigid between his thighs, thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip. His chest rose and fell in harsh pants. “Stop,” he rasped. His voice sounded like gravel dragged over silk. “I haven’t touched a woman in months. If you keep going I won’t be able to control myself.” I smiled slowly and spread my legs a fraction wider so he could see everything. My fingers dipped lower and pushed inside myself just enough to make me gasp. “I don’t want you to control yourself.”

Mhen! The make-up accentuated her perfect jawline. It wasn't too much. Amara is a brown-skinned Goddess and I am drowning in her beauty. Ade! Woman don finally get your mumu button.😫 "Ade! Are you even paying attention to what I am saying?!" Sarah yelled at me with a scowl on her face. Nah. he was busy daydreaming about a certain somebody. "I would like to take my leave now" "Stay, please. I like your company."

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

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.

Its sharp hooks scratch Matt’s delicate cheeks and say, “That wasn’t a response. Attempt once more, Matt.” Matt tumbled down on the floor and was shaking from dread, “What?” “What is your skeleton in the closet, Matt?” “Nothing.” Matt stammers, “I dread nothing! That is no joke!” “Gracious. However, I am.” As Matt advances further away from that monster, the gigantic crystal fixture falls on him, puncturing through his entire body. He shouts in misery as he hollers for help. Matt saw his companions at the door. He shouted as clearly as possible, “Folks! Help me! I’m here!”

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.

Pushing Mariah behind him for her to heal, Asher’s eyes burned red as his fangs elongated, baring at the skeleton. However, the skeleton didn’t attack. Rather, it raised its skull up and remained like that as gentle breeze blew into the cave, waving its robe. And then, right before their very eyes, they watched as hair started growing on the skull’s scalp. It was long white hair and it flew gently to the soothing breeze. Flesh also started covering the bones. Mariah stood behind Asher, her hand covering her mouth at the wonder she was witnessing and right before her eyes, the skeleton became the man she had been seeing in her dreams for over a century.

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.