Tale Of The Novels & Stories

This story actually has a happy ending! —The End

I touched her soft cheek. “It will be cold, baby. But Mommy is strong now. I learned many things when we were away. I will hide well. I will run smart. And when I come back we will sit on the balcony and I will tell you brave stories. Stories about a princess who beats the hunters.” Adele’s eyes got big. Then she smiled and stuck her tongue out quickly toward where Tanya was walking away. “Bleh! Stinking troll!” I laughed softly. The sound felt good in my tight chest. A few people nearby smiled too.

Tales is now holding a dagger while pointing it on his neck. "You lose."

Months later my dad had settled down, he frequently teleported to Asia to see his newly wedded wife, they had fun together, he also narrated the happenings of the previous months to Katherine, That year Tania (my mom) gave birth so did Katherine, my mom gave birth to my little sister Annabelle, while Katherine gave birth to my step brother Troy, my day became very excited, his happiness knew no bound 12 years in the Old world is equivalent to a year in the New world, Katherine and Troy had departed to New York City for settlement, 60 years later in Judi Realm and 5 years later in Earth Realm, I was 108 years then (9 years old) while Anna was 60 (5 years old) together with Troy, my dad told u

Stepping away, I pull the net curtain up, waiting until Jessa comes to tend to my room. By the time she is done, I've finished translating old Jade Province dialectic from a book from Tai's library. It's old tales of the Beast, stealing children from villages, some never to be seen again. It's hard to tell how much of it is true accounts, and how much of it is fiction.

She quickly averted her gaze and looked to where Llewellyn was once standing as he walked into the forest. Lucian was still seated calmly behind her with his back against one of the trees and with her seated directly in front of him, her back to his chest. Being unable to bear the silence, Katherine finally spoke, "Tell me a story," "Milord," She quickly added wanting to remain respectful. His already deep voice was low and sounded like a hum, "You have to be more specific than that, do you wish to hear about the tales of the creatures below sea level or the creatures that plague the earth realm,"

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..

he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.” “So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it. It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.

his mother scolded him. "Oooh, Surprise. We are going out the country Tomorrow, so park your clothes when we reach home"He announced to nafisa . "To....."before Nafisa completed it , he stopped her mid way . "I said it is going to be a surprise"He grinned more. They left the house because nafisa needs to park her things. "Babe, are we staying long "She asked. "Maybe "came his reply.

“I’m just afraid once your wounds heal, you’ll forget the pain.” “The moment that woman sheds another tear, you’ll soften again.” I lifted the glass and downed it in one go. The burning liquid scorched my throat and stomach, yet I felt relieved. “I’m not a fool.” “I won’t cling to her even after getting betrayed like this.” “Ha, you never know.” Sebastian smirked, mercilessly pulling apart my vulnerabilities. “You’re hopelessly love-struck, remember?” “When grandpa asked you to return to the Stone family and inherit your mother’s shares… What did you say?”