Storie Novels & Stories

Again, I press another kiss to where his poor finger had been cut off. He momentarily squeezes his eyes shut. Then he starts to tell me the story. "Roberto and I were 16, hanging out with some friends, and we were messing around, daring each other to do stupid shit that young boys do. We saw a fancy Mercedes pull up to the curb and the door opened and your father got out. At that time, we didn't recognize him, but one of the other kids with us said it was Matthais Volkanov." I nod, encouraging him to continue.

You all will loved it. Give it a chance. Also give reads to my other books if you like the story. "Her Saviour Alpha" "Pregnant With My Rejected Billionaire" "My Billionaire Mafia Queen : Battle of Love" . Thank you

she furiously inquired as tears cascaded from her eyes. On seeing that Belinda wasn’t in the mood for any more lies and confusion, Ace had to come clean with the truth. “Babe I’m not sure if what I am about to say have any relation with what is currently happening but I have this feeling in my guts that it could be the genesis of what is going on. Please don’t yell at me for what I am about to tell you now; it happened a long time ago but the guilt from that day still hunts me till today. There’s this lady I met at the club during Mark’s birthday bash. I was drunk at that moment and couldn’t remember how we got talking till the extent that we went physical with each other. I remember being i

Mandy was at the backseat, watching curiously. I was able to convince him to come home with me so he could explain everything to mum and make her believe I was telling the truth - that I never had s*x and was still a virgin. During the brief time in the car, he explained a little of the story to me. He told me he was a prince in Egypt and the dead lady - Hathor - was his lover. But she committed a crime and came down here to America with his baby and that's the reason he came to look for her. And on reaching here - he finds a whole different story.

“I knew that you were a greedy person but I didn’t know that you could take anyone’s life for your own concern! I will not let you live until I see you in the prison” “I didn’t kill him! it was just an accident” Keith started hesitating. “Stop lying you greedy man! You’re a thief and a murderer! All you love is money!” Henry accused. Keith slammed the door and went back in. “You didn’t go to work today? Asked his little daughter Victoria. “No.” “Why and who was on the door?” Martina came and sat beside Keith.

John probed gently, wanting to understand the tale hidden behind those haunted eyes. The girl suddenly looked up, her dark eyes meeting John's as she started her story. "The campsite had been unattended for almost two days," she began, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "I thought someone had abandoned it, and I was desperate. I've been running for days. A pack of wolves attacked the village that my skulk and I were a part of. They were searching for something or someone," she explained, her voice filled with trepidation. "My mama managed to communicate through the link, urging me to hide and run," she finished, a hint of unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

Every time I tried to edge away, he mirrored me, step for step. During lunch, he appeared again. A bag in his hand. I stared at it, suspicious. “I brought food,” he said simply, placing it on the table in front of me. I glared, ready to shove it away. “I don’t want your food.” He leaned closer, his gaze locked on mine. “You’re going to eat it anyway.” I shook my head, scowling, and slammed the bag to the floor. My stomach growled despite me. I hated that I was hungry. I hated that my hand shook as I picked up the food. I hated that I couldn’t let him know how much I wanted it.

The anchor’s voice was crisp and cold as she spoke: “In breaking news tonight, we uncover the past of Amira Santis, formerly known as Rosa Pedro. Records and footage show she spent two years working as a stripper under this alias before resurfacing in the journalism field. What does this mean for her sudden connection to billionaire Montez Vitalio, especially on the eve of Vitalio Corporation’s 100th anniversary?”

He'd become separated from his comrades and – "Was he a prince?" I interrupt the story. "A prince?" Gran looks thoughtful. "Well, this is a very old story my sweet. There are many different tellings of it. Some people do say he was a prince. Others tell it that he was a wandering knight in service to some ancient king, or else an elvish noble of the Fairy Court, lost and far from home. Some people even say he had wings like a bird, and he'd fallen down from a country above the clouds just to meet the girl.