Stories Novels & Stories

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

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“He has no reason to. You're so careful about what you say that sometimes I think you're more afraid of him than I am. The black eyes gleamed. — What do you think of my brother? I bet you're scared to death of him too. — Enough, Nizea . Fleur remembered it was the teacher and rose with authority . “You're getting too sassy. I better go. His voice shook. “I didn't mean to be bold. It's just that when we're away from school, it's hard to think of you as my teacher. I consider her one of my friends. Fleur couldn't resist the praise and the sincerity with which it was said: “If you want me to stay with you, we need to do something. — I wrote a story last night. My leg was hurting and I couldn't

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

Nora was soon forgotten in time as Lola take over. *** Floda: As the months rolled away, Nora wishes to see and hear everything that is going on around her, especially Philip, she got to know his name through Braille, when Philip wrote it out for her. She wish she could tell him how nice he was and how she loved his food. She was scared to write out her thoughts, how could she write something she couldn't see. Everyday she woke up hopping to see the world like she once did but every time she was disappointed.

she frowned. "Victor is an old story, I broke up with him a couple of months ago." "Okay so who is this Bryan?" Megan pouted her lips and complained, "I told you about him during our video call." Awkwardly clearing her throat, Vanessa defended herself, "Well, I was very busy back then and it was very hectic." When Megan raised her brows, she sighed, "Fine, I had to mute you sometimes because I couldn't really focus when you kept ranting about everything."

“I feel like I just watched an entire season of reality TV in five minutes.. I think I will take that walk, this is a lot to take in” “Let’s go then” Camila said, helping Tessa get up. Jamie, dripping from his recent swim, came trotting back toward them, he obviously saw the commotion. “What did I miss?” he asked, glancing back toward the drama. Camila patted the lounger beside her. “Oh, honey. Grab a drink. It’s story time.” As they walked, Camila took a few minutes to narrate what happened, Jamie enjoyed the whole gossip. “God knows I would have secretly recorded for content” Jamie said, “I’d like us to go kayaking”

"I still don't know how you made it to my room like a fucking ghost." She waved me off, the frying pan flailing about. "Oh Grealish, sometimes life's little mysteries are better left unsolved! Now, help me find the eggs, will you?" With overwhelming curiosity, and a hint of fear, I looked for the eggs. As I rummaged through drawers and cabinets, she continued to regale me with nonsensical stories about talking squirrels and time-traveling teapots. Frankly, I wasn't sure if I had stumbled into an alternate reality or if I had been possessed by a mischievous spirit. Or maybe she had been possessed by something malevolent.

Chapter One Hundred And Nine Sorrows. Prayers. Sebastian I shook my head, struggled, and pinched myself. I closed and opened my eyes, blinked several times just to be sure that I wasn’t seeing and making up things, that what I watched was real, that what I heard was the truth, but it was hard.