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"Tsk! Buying this much instant food… Are they stocking ten years of food so they can hibernate at home?" For the first time, Hayden looked embarrassed. Even so, he still straightened his back and pretended not to hear anything. After returning home, I began the final work. I checked all the doors and windows one by one, leaving only one hidden vent. All the curtains were drawn tight to block outside eyes. Meanwhile, Tina started a livestream on social media and deliberately ran outside my estate to film us. "Everyone, look! This is the legendary fortress. It's hilarious. Anyone who didn't know better would think some monster was being locked inside."

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

"You are misinformed but I will tell you a story about life. It is not related to the Nigerian-Biafran war though. I will tell you the story using a poem my father taught me when I was young. The title of the poem is: Tale." Tale I am a dying man with no limbs who has lost his way and compassion I am a workman with a lowly growth who struggles hard everyday to make a reasonable amount of money I am the last of my specie; the most brutal of our kind I am a Nephilim. I am a woman with fiery eyes who likes to sit in the dark and watch men lust after her I am Adaobi's lover and incomplete half with zero feelings and emotions I am the one that makes her enjoy every moment of her life that seems l

Ralph's POV Amid the innocent pages of a seemingly children's tale, one narrative captivated my attention, aligning with my understanding of Athena. “Tala, I believe this is what we're searching for,” I shared with excitement. “What's it about?” She inquired, leaning in for a closer look. “A mysterious werewolf possessing telepathic abilities and an imposing wolf. Originating from a potent lineage, she holds the power to both create and destroy,” I read aloud.

We sat at the very back of the bus so we can sit beside each other. “So, how’s your story so far?” Jake started, “Well I’m halfway through it.” I said kindly and looks at Xander who is looking outside the window not listening to us. “Can you tell me the story?” So, I told him how the story goes, I’m surprised he listened all throughout of it, “So will Cassiopeia die?” he asked curiously, and I looked at the window and noticed that we’re almost there. “I have to, or the purpose of the story will get ruined, and I’ll get disqualified in the contest.”

As he unfurled it on the table, I leaned in closer, my heart pounding with excitement. "This is the Map of Narratives," Lex explained. "Legend has it that it holds the key to unlocking the realm where all stories converge." My eyes widened as I scanned the intricate lines and symbols on the map. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before - a labyrinth of intersecting paths leading to uncharted territories. "We must follow these paths," I said, my voice steady despite the excitement bubbling within me.

Raja entered his room, but what he found was Tales, shirtless and without any undergarments, standing in front of his bed. His forehead creased as he looked at him. He couldn’t believe it, knowing that Tales was always repulsed by the thought of showing his body to him, let alone having sxx. But the Tales standing before him now was in a trance-like state. His eyes were dazed, devoid of liveliness, and he had a grin on his face, as if being pleasured by something.

, she stuttered. Allerick looked her over, “I was with my father and a boy and a girl were spotted in Molvania…”, he trailed off and gauged her reaction, “Guess what they did there?”, he didn’t wait for her reply, “They went stealing, stealing books. The only book on the heart of magic” “Oh”

As a reward, the Count received more lands than any other nobles and was the new right-hand man of the King (since the last one was decapitated). Nabee's most famous story was also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It is traditionally always told before the countdown. It happened in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains greater than any on earth. It was the magical world of Thea. And that was a fairy tale.