The Tell Tale Heart Story Novels & Stories

"You smell so sweet, darling. Tell me… are you finally ready for our wedding night?" The words wrapped around me like a noose. I bit my lips down hard, struggling to form an answer. Oh, Ety… why now? Why does Oscar have to appear now? The system's voice rang faintly in my head: The story has shifted. Oscar is here to claim the wedding night you've kept him waiting for. “Damn it…” I whispered. I had broken the story. Twisted it into something else entirely. And now I was the one who had to pay for it.

Daniel ripped the journal page off the basement wall with trembling fingers. The blade clattered to the floor, the sound metallic and final. Ryan stared at the message, every word carved into his chest like a threat. “Every story needs an ending. I’m coming to write yours myself.” Daniel’s jaw tightened as he crumpled the page in his fist. “He was here, Ryan. He was in the house.” “No no, that’s not possible,” Ryan whispered. “We locked the doors. The windows. The alarm”

Every time that I tried to evade the more embarrassing parts of the story such as when the boss threw my contraceptive pills down on the bed in front of me, Hayden could detect with high accuracy that I was trying to skip the part. In the end, I ended up telling Hayden everything. The storytelling session left me feeling tired and uncertain about how I should be feeling about all this. Hayden was a devoted listener although he was impatient most of the time. Throughout my story, Hayden looked thoughtful, and I wished that I could tell what he was thinking. “That old man…” Hayden muttered underneath his breath after my story came to a close. “Hayden…?” I called his name questioningly when I s

“what do you know about sacred heart?” “What are you asking?” “The attack, have you may be heard… anything?” “Why? Is this about what I told you last night? What I did do to those bastards who killed my people?” “Maybe.” I paused. “This is something I’ve always wanted to know.” “I don’t know much, I just read the report, I had to when I brought you here” placing his elbows on the table he steeps his fingers under his chin, it was a perfectly planned attack executed by a group of professional killers, no remorse”

He tightened his hold around me to support me. I wiped my tears and took a deep breath. That was the hardest part that I needed to tell him. "It was then I saw someone unknown in my hospital bedroom. He rose from under my bed. He was tall with dark hair perfectly combed backwards. His eyes were glowing and they were red. He was scary and I don't know how but I could see him. I saw him pulling out the blood needle. He stabbed the other side of the like right into his heart and let the thin pipes fill with his red glowing blood. Then he stabbed the needle right into my heart." I said in a low tone. I shivered as I remembered his terrifying face.

He found out that I was stealing information from him. Droplets of sweats rolling down my temples and neck. My heart beats like a drum as I hear some heavy footsteps increasing continuously and with a loud bang, the door of the room flies over another corner of the room as Death himself kicked the door. As my eyes catch his eye, my breathing becomes impossibly difficult as I remember the stories of his tortures. Now, I am going to experience it live.

"Okay, I had to take my breath there. So, the peoples' cries alerted Generosasis, with nothing left in her heart but hatred and the cloud above her eyes sprouted by betrayal— she couldn't decipher anything but follow her instincts. She roared in anger, and a ball of fire rolled out of her enormous mouth, hitting the houses across the library. That night, some generations perished, and hundreds of people died, Dordin being one of them. Generosasis murdered the man she claimed to love, she murdered her sister and a dozen families. Now, Deborah, that is the tale of Dordin, what do you think about it?" I cleared my throat, "I think it's the most fascinating story, I also think Dordin's story sho

The darkness immediately shifted right unto the told tale, wherein gossiping school girls are being hidden with the silhouette of their shadow’s smiles, as the first whispers and the other listens. Where the rumor starts, plays, and sounds like this. “There is an old told tale about a little girl whose skin as white as snow, eyes that shine with its captivating hue of sapphire, hair of like the purest gold, and lips that’s as red as blood. Her dress, sophistication, and beauty are incomparable to anyone, as her blood that comes from the royal ones believe to be her greatest fault.”

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.”

"Don't you think her mother was acting strange?" "Finally," Tess sighed," A sensible opinion." She sat down and began,"When a person commits suicide, there's always a 'V' mark on his or her neck. When it's done forcefully, you can see an 'O' mark. The knot was a left-handed knot and the girl was right-handed, so she couldn't have tied the knot herself. The mother claimed that she went to the store and met her like that. Did anyone see the stuff she bought? No, 'cause she didn't buy any. When I walked into her room, I found a picture," she brought her phone out and showed them the picture.