The Little Mushroom Novel Novels & Stories

“I want to hear how you’re doing, if you’re feeling anything after taking the new herbs. There’s a mushroom in there that’s good for you brain.” “I hate mushrooms.” I looked to my left, to a girl probably fifteen years old. “Well, this one is special, and it’s broken down so much that you don’t even know it’s a mushroom. You just get all the good stuff inside the mushroom.” She squinted at me, thinking me completely uncool. “Why not just inject it right into our blood, into our brains,” she said, tilting her head in a sassy way. “That’s what they all do anyway.”

For more than two hours they wandered like that—collecting mushrooms, talking idly, losing track of time—until he finally set her down on a smooth boulder warmed by the sun. The canvas bag beside them was now brimming with mushrooms of all shapes and sizes, their earthy scent mingling with the cool mountain air. “When I was little,” Serena said, smiling at the memory, “I used to pick mushrooms with my mom. Once, a bug crawled onto my arm, and I screamed so loud the whole mountain probably heard me. I even stepped on a centipede once.” She laughed softly. “My mom thought I’d faint, so she carried me the rest of the way. I was so thin back then, but she still had a basket full of mushrooms on

I pick it up; it's written in italic font. ' Good morning, Apphia. I had a lovely time with you yesterday. You only deserve the best, " I smile and carry the half-bloomed lotus to my nose. It smells amazing. I read the title of the new novel, Little Women. I've never read it before. The door opens, and Lily comes in, carrying a tray of dishes in her hands. She smiles at me, " Good morning, Apphia, you look luminous this morning."

“You’re close, aren't you? If I dipped my hand down there, I just know I’d find you soaked.” More moans spilled from my lips, shameful and sweet. “Do you want me to make you cum?” I wanted to scream yes. I wanted to beg him for it. The orgasm was approaching like a freight train, and I knew it would be earth-shattering. And then his words struck me. ‘Little Hunter’. The fog snapped. I shoved off him with a burst of hysterical strength, my heart stuttering as I spun around to face the male who’d almost brought me to climax.

Twenty Four Red At exactly 3 p.m., I ended the class. I didn’t get carried away discussing beautiful poems; I had something else in mind. Today, I’m going to make Michael some mutton soup. At the orphanage where I grew up, the matron would make us mutton soup once in a while. It always felt like Christmas when we had mutton soup. As I grew up, I learnt the recipe from her before I left the orphanage, and today I’m going to make it for Michael. It’s going to be a surprise.

I came to a couple of stairs that led down underground, hesitating until the screams, stronger and longer now, cried out again. I was thankful for being a werewolf because it was the only reason I could see the steps when not one line bulb lined the stair well. Intersperse between each scream, where wracking, sobbing cries with unintelligible mutters. I heard a sound like blade meeting flesh followed by a blood curdling scream. A shiver ran down my spine. There was light in the room at the bottom of the stairs. People too. I had a pretty good idea of what was going on by now, but confirming it was another shock entirely. I came down the last of the stairs and snuck behind a shelf standing th

The man’s screams echoed through the warehouse, followed by a single, sharp gunshot. Outside, the crisp autumn air greeted Dominic as he stepped back into the sunlight. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, his expression as calm as ever. This was just another day in his world a world of power, control, and calculated violence. --- Meanwhile, back at the Moretti estate, Bella wandered through the halls, her curiosity leading her to explore her new home. She stumbled upon a study filled with leather-bound books and maps pinned to a large corkboard. One map in particular caught her eye. It was marked with red circles and black Xs, along with lines connecting various cities. She frowned, her fingers hov

If only she knew I wasn't going to be sleeping on it. I dismissed her afterwards. I was about to sleep when I saw a piece of paper under a book which laid on top of the side table. It was a novel I had been reading earlier. I didn't remember placing any paper there. How did it get there? I picked up the paper and looked at it. My jaws tightened when I saw the words that was written on it with a poor handwriting. 'Watch your back Lauren. I know your secret' I furrowed my brows. Who had sent this?

I watched him eat four more and it seemed like he had forgotten that I was seated in front of him. When our eyes met, he froze and looked away. He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked at me again. “Um…” He started as he held out the bag of marshmallows, his cheeks turning pink. “Would you like some?” I almost laughed. Alex was blushing. I tried to stop myself from smiling as I answered him. “No, thanks. I don’t like marshmallows.” He stared at me like I had grown two horns. “You're kidding, right?”

The yellow wildflowers smelled like a box of rich dark chocolate. Julia heard giggles from her surroundings. Her eyes almost plucked out along with the dropping of her jaws. There were little creatures who were playing on the newly budding flower. Suddenly, a white butterfly flew before her eyes. She chases after it and finds a swamp while following a white butterfly. The butterfly turned into a human form, a glittery creature without wings. "Julia, you have to find the bracelet before the next full moon. If you missed this time, you would only start again from scratch. Find it! finished the trial, and revoked the punishment."