Streaking Stories Novels & Stories

"Two years ago, When she first debuted she and her Manager came to file a report about a stalker. But we didn't believe her, while thinking she was just paranoid because she just debuted. We told her it might just be harmless fans" *FLASHBACK* "I'm telling you that I have a stalker and you are telling me about harmless fans. I know my feeling and I'm sure someone there is watching me constantly!" Isabella patted the table angrily as she yelled at the officers. "We can't be sure of that. We are sorry but there is nothing we can do" "Is this a joke. I've been a Manager for a long time, and are you trying to talk me that I don't know the difference between a harmless fan and a Stalker.

Miller eyed his nice. "Well, you see Uncle..." And that was how Mystique explained everything from the beginning to the end, not missing out on any important detail. Mr. Miller jerked up after hearing the entire tale. "How could you be so reckless Mystique!" Mystique gazed at the floor, not wanting to meet her uncle's disappointed eyes. "It was an accident" She whispered but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. Mr. Miller ran a hand over his face. "And it turns out, the guy has an anger issue. What will happen if he snaps again, I didn't even know you were in the hospital!"

Do you think I will let Mayra and Ved be apart? Maybe... So I announce a sequel to this story by the name of "Mayra" which I will start releasing by March 2021. I am releasing a series by the name of Forbidden Love Stories and this was the first story of the same series. Stained Love - Book 1, Story 1 of Forbidden Love Stories. Mayra - Book 2, Story 1 of Forbidden Love Stories. To know more and get the update about the sequel, follow me on my social media handle.

I died on a rainy day. The vibrant maple leaves, usually scattered across the mountainside, were nowhere to be seen because Conrad Reese couldn't wait any longer. I tumbled down the steps, blood pooling beneath me. But he wasn't satisfied. He shoved me down the stairs again and again, each time more forcefully. The pain was so intense that I could barely make a sound, but I still couldn't help but ask, "Why… are you doing this?" I didn't understand.

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.

The people of Rue City could not say no about Grandma going to tell her life story because they all felt happily jealous of my grandparents’ relationship and that they were waiting for this moment since the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop was built when they first met them. Grandma clears her throat and sighed deeply before she started. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die in the end so that the male ones would suffer extreme pain till they die with their broken stone hearts. . . .because I was mad of all the love stories I heard in the world that boys couldn’t turn into a man because of their stupid lusts!” she sounded angry when she said the last two words. She inha