Spacer X Stories Novels & Stories

He’s still wearing his black polo shirt tucked in his black pants. “I don’t think the space is enough for us.” I turned to look at him. “The space is good for two, Hendrix. Just don’t think about making Kylie sleep with us, we would probably die due to loss of air.” I joked, shrugging my shoulders as a sign of nonsense. Folding my last piece of shirt, I purposely took one of my underwear and smelled it while having eye contact with Hendrix. He looked shocked at what I did, as if he got traumatized.

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

Because how did he think I was able to cover half of the rent, still fund groceries every other day of the week, and pay almost half of the bills when all I had was a meagre cleaner job for a rundown station mart? He squeezed my hands and I looked back at him. “Promise me that you won't sleep with him again.” I squeezed his hands back. “Sure,” As I let go of his hands, a notification pinged in my phone. It was a wired transfer from S.E.H holdings. The narration was; part payment for the student loans and money for equipment for your food content. I sighed and turned down the phone. Mr. Sinclair. The cab stopped by the apartment building. It was six p.m.

I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned against the wall, my heart still pounding. I grabbed my phone and opened W******p. **Me:** Oh my god he just left! Some emergency at work. He’s gone for the day. The package is literally arriving in a few minutes. I can’t believe it. I deleted my account already though… fuck. **HotFantasy88:** Good timing, baby. Breathe. You’re safe now. When the package gets there, take it inside, relax and tell me everything. I’ve got you. Maybe we can figure out a way for you to keep going without the risk.

He was the man who haunted her dreams forever, the man who ever made her feel the things she never knew would feel, the man her hearts beats for. Blair Ford "Hello, are you even listening to me Von?" Whitney's loud voice startled her out of her wild thoughts. "Sorry, I think I spaced out again." Levon mumbled. "This is the third time in the day you are spacing out and I know it is because of him." Whitney threw her scrutinizing gaze. "I notice how you can't stop staring at that bracelet most of the times. If you miss him so much, why don't you just go to Los Angeles or give him a call."

He'd asked her to tell him more. So Aurora had asked to meet with him on a Saturday morning—a time when they could talk without rushing, without the pressure of work or other obligations. They met at Silas's apartment. Aurora had been there countless times during their marriage, but visiting now as his ex-wife felt different. It felt like stepping into a past life while living a completely different present. Silas made coffee. They sat in his living room. And Aurora took a breath and began. "I want to tell you about my life," Aurora said. "I want to tell you about the person I'm with now. And I want to do it properly—not in a rushed coffee shop conversation, but actually sitting down and hav

I have seen somewhere once the most dumbass man said, "True Narrator never narrates the whole story in the right order...,?" Author's note - People often ask me, why do I use " ...,? " this kind of punctuation to end any statement? It's because I think and believe, there's no full stop in the end of a sentence and if it is there, then probably the sentence/story isn't ended yet or maybe there's a comma to restart the story after a break but why a question mark? Because there's zero possibility of knowing next...,? His 2 Story !! Book 1 - I'm A Curse...,? Volume - 0 X - xperiment X - xpect X - xperience

Finally, the advice to the kids were, run straight home when you see a stranger, instead of the usual don’t talk to strangers. Anderson turned to the stairs, intending on disappearing quickly. “Anderson, wait a moment.” Anderson let out an inaudible sigh. What he was dreading had come to pass. Anderson was hoping he could slip away and not have to deal with having to explain what happened. It was more like he had no idea how to explain it. Adding to his exaggerated reactions when he saw Mary earlier, the situation felt awkward to explain. There was no way he could say that’s my wife in her younger body. He had no doubt he would be sent to this world’s crazy doctor Xavier for that.

They worked like a machine that was learning its rhythm. By Thursday, they were staying past seven in the evening. By Friday, they were ordering dinner and debating whether to run an additional pilot test. By the following Wednesday, Marcus realized he hadn't thought about his ex-fiancée in seventy-two hours, which was a record, and Sienna had stopped calling him "Dr. Chen" and had started calling him "Marcus," and Ava had started volunteering for extra hours in the lab with a kind of eagerness that wasn't entirely professional.