Sunflower Stories Novels & Stories

The story of the cursed wolf was this. The story of the Alpha was this. The story of the manor was this. The story of the garden was this. The story of the flowers was this. The story of tragedy was this. The story of return was this. The story of rest was this. The story of breath was this. The story of recognition was this. The story of dissolution was this. The story of the reader reading this was this. All stories are this. Appearing as story. All non-stories are this.

As they reached the plains, she heard the songs of birds, the flap of their wings, and the crisp crunch of dry leaves under Warta’s hooves. They stopped in a field full of blooming sunflowers. Prince Zaitan smiled upon seeing the joy in Misan’s eyes. He carefully helped her off Warta and walked with her through the sea of flowers. "My father said that even as a child, these sunflowers had already been here. They used to belong to the black vampires, who once shared these lands with us. But now that they’re wiped from existence, the whites have full control," Prince Zaitan began. He picked a sunflower, trimmed its stem, and handed it to Misan, who looked surprised. She accepted it and stared

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

Today, as per Annie’s request, he brought her to the sunflowers garden. The weather was surprisingly warm. The field was full of sunflowers that reached out toward the sunlight. Annie was in her long sleeve dress, hair braided into two ponytails, looking a little more alive. She leaned back on the wheelchair as she gazed at the beautiful sunflowers, and her face seemingly radiated. Annie turned to look at William and said, “Mr. Peterson, do you know? My biggest dream in life is to live like a sunflower.” Unfortunately…she was running out of time.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

astonished they all looked at her even blake took a step away "Okay, I guess it's story time, You might want to grab a seat son, it's a long ride" she announced excitedly Blake gently obeyed sitting next to Jack and Ayesha who didn't seem worried or scared but appeared to be interested in Luna story. "A long, long time ago, before any of you were born, before I was born too, a witch fell in love with a very handsome wolf, it was forbidden but they were helpless. They had what we can call a sweet hide-and-seek relationship until a vampire fell in love with her. It then became complicated, at that time she was pregnant for the wolf and was doing her best to hide from the vampire. When he found

“I am. Our only real problem tomorrow morning will be Alas Mayit, the Corpse Forest. The road to the Sun School takes us straight through it.” “Isn’t Alas Mayit where that dangerous devil-worshiping cult is based? Wisnumurti and Senopati Bantala were talking about them the other day.” “Yes. Outsiders aren’t allowed in there. Anyone caught will be sacrificed to the demons.” Nyai Soma’s face went pale. “Th-then... which way are we supposed to go?” “We go straight through.” Rinjani smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Auntie. I’ve been trained to infiltrate enemy territory without being detected. I’ll get both of you through safely.”

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.

She called her boyfriend and cousin, Tom, and Roda, to accompany her in babysitting her nephews. Every time Celestine visits her nephews they always asked her to read them a story. This time, she didn't read them a fairy tale story but a story that happened in real life. Most people of her father's age knew the story of the vampire king who slept for almost fifty years because of the witch's curse. And some people wrote it and made it into a book. "As of now, the vampire king was still sleeping because the woman who will fall in love with him hasn't appeared or we don't know if that woman will appear. After all, no woman will love a ruthless and scary vampire," Celestine answered Diego, the

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