Strange Short Story Novels & Stories

He added, “Odaiba’s not going anywhere. Take a deep breath… I think you need that.” Sakura let out a small laugh, the tension beginning to melt. Today—two people from two very different worlds— would share time, stories, and perhaps… just a little bit of magic. On an island called Odaiba.

From somewhere further back, somewhere I couldn’t quite reach, the way a song lyric sits on the tip of your tongue and refuses to surface. I have felt a stranger’s presence but nobody had a face to it, until now, something in me kept insisting I did know her, that I had always known her. My phone buzzed against the desk. Sophie’s name lit the screen, and I let it ring out. Whatever game she was playing, I didn’t have the patience for it today.

I padded toward the door cautiously, dress still rumpled, wine glass abandoned. When I looked through the peephole, my breath caught. It was him. The stranger from next door. Tall. Broad shoulders beneath a black shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of a chest that looked carved from stone. His hair was dark, damp, as if he’d just showered, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass. But it wasn’t his looks that undid me—it was his eyes. Piercing, hungry, fixed on my door like he already knew what I’d been doing while he was with her.

"A friend. or your downfall? “ The fight went on, but all I could do was think of the stranger's eyes — a web of lies stretching miles longer than I ever would have imagined. And I knew that the truth I had discovered this evening was only the beginning of a darker, more evil story. Who is the mysterious stranger in the courtyard? What is his connection to the secret switch? And how will the fragile alliances of Seraphina, Kristine, and Fabian withstand the storm that is brewing?

I did not care about life at the moment, I am just accepting things as they are. Strange, I can not see her. Suddenly the big man that loves to give us to strangers if they have given him something appeared from outside with a larger man than him. The man had almost red eyes, I would call them Grimson. He smelled like something dangerous, feral and I shouldn’t resist his command, well, not that I would anyway. I do as I am told, then I don’t get punished that much.

Otherwise, I might end up giving in to him before Samuel came. At this thought, I began to squirm frantically. I wanted to break free from his hold. Unexpectedly, something went wrong at this moment. The toy I had tucked inside my tracksuit fell to the ground during my squirming. Inside the grove, there was no other sound except our breathing. It was extremely quiet. When the toy hit the ground, the man immediately heard it. “I didn’t expect you to be this bold…” He clicked his tongue in mock admiration for a few seconds before bending down and picking up the toy.

Was that why she was this angry at him? “Do I look okay?” Joan asked, annoyed. She felt she was going insane, and the dreams she had been having were not helping matters. It was no headless man this time. Rather, there were strange looking people who continuously whispered things she didn't understand into her ears until she finally found the will to break free from their hold.

Ivy gave her a meek smile as she watched the stranger led her friend towards the hotel section of the building. She spotted a man seated right beside the exit door. He had a flowing dark hair and it shined in the dimmed light. His hair reminded her of star gazing with her father and she found herself smiling at her childish thought. She couldn't see more of his face as the stranger seemed focus on a newspaper. She sighed and turned her attention back to her drink. Several men approached her but she shot them deadly glares and they all walked away. She kept taking shots waiting for Emily's text message until she became tipsy and she started blanking out.

Rima made me sit on the couch and then sat beside me. She was silent for a while. I waited for her waiting for her to start her story. I knew, that whatever she was going to say to convince me, I was not going to believe it. "Three months before you were here for the first time, the rumors started to spread that a Vampire, while going jogging, smelled magic blood. We grew up hearing about that amazing blood that could make us powerful." she went on.

In the middle of the chaos, Benjamin stood up from his seat to find out what was troubling the janitor, and saw a black casket flying into the house. “Oh! My God,” his wife, who had seen the casket too, screamed, and attempted to hide under the dining table. Now, the daughters stood up, and tried to process what was going on. Suddenly, they saw the strange casket shatter into pieces in the middle of the tiled floor. Then, the family was frightened to their bones because such could only happen when the spirit of the dead, who was denied justice, returned with fury to demand for one. Subsequently, the family, who was astounded by the abnormal occurrence, saw Hazel putting on a mourning cloth,