Storybook Stories Novels & Stories

Final Thoughts: As you embark on this reading journey, I invite you to immerse yourself in the world I have created. Let your imagination run wild, and allow yourself to experience the adventures that await. I hope this story brings you joy, excitement, and perhaps even a new perspective. Thank you for choosing to read my work, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts! All my love, Samiat Owoyemi Author/Creator of the Town

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A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him 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!

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.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

He opened the valet and It had 100$ inside it. “Problem solved! I can borrow 400$ from Henry and add these 100$ in it and keep it back in the locker. This way Mr. Paul will never doubt on me again!” Keith headed towards Henry's home. A person who was a friend Keith always remembered in his toughest times. But, unfortunately never gave him a helping hand in the times of need. Keith reached Henry's home and explained him the entire situation. Keith always shared all his problems with Henry and took advantage of him by acting innocent. Henry helped him and landed him 400$.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

THE NEXT STORY Kira It’s New Year’s Eve, and in just a couple hours, this miserable, sexless year will finally die. Twelve months. No sex. No close calls. Not even a halfway decent kiss. Just me, my vibrator, and the hollow kind of ache that doesn’t go away no matter how many times you take the edge off alone. It’s not like I’ve been holding out for candlelight and grand gestures. I just want someone to take control, to ruin me in a way that doesn’t ask permission or apologize afterward.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

"You must be a long-time fan of this novel. You're late to the party, though—the plot has already completely derailed!" "In any case, we're fully on board with the supporting male lead and the big shot being a couple! Zoe and Jaiden can do whatever they want!"