Novel & Cerita Southside Stories

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

My red brassiere is showing and the stains on my dress spoke words to what happened inside the car between Roscoe and I. A large hand enveloped my waist. “Are you okay?” Roscoe asked in my right ear. “Yes, Mr. President. Thank you for your concern.” The President’s security has started to build the tent we’re gonna be using throughout our stay here in the middle of the forest-like place. There are huge trees around it and it’s a good thing that they have fresh air in this. I watched Roscoe walk to his men while the driver stayed beside me. I smelled like semen and I knew he knew it. Roscoe smelled like me too.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

At the moment of impact their heads were both out of the driver's side windows when they cracked together, leaving the unmarked cars to roll gently to a halt 200 yards apart. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

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?”

“Santos is bringing the car around in a few minutes. We can drop you home.” She clutched her book bag tighter to her chest. “No, thanks. I'll wait the rain out.” “It won't let up anytime soon.” She shut her eyes. God. Dafe had grown up in rural Warri with his mother and grandmother, who had taught him how to read the mood of the sky, and she had never known him to be wrong in his predictions. “I can — I can wait it out,” she replied, albeit not so confidently. “You'll catch a cold,” Dafe said gently. She was always quick to catch a cold, and her clothes were already wet, clinging to her skin.

He sat in his garden and grinned at the thought of the irony of the warning his colleagues gave him. Detective Flynn, prior to his arrival in Dirty South, bought an apartment close to Chief Kaave's mansion. To take down the mafia in Dirty South, he needed to be close to the rulers of the mafia. He thought about his family in New Orleans, his aged mother and three siblings. His younger sisters and brother.

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.