Traditional Tales Crossword Clue の小説・ストーリー

she pleaded quietly, twisting her fingers together as anxiety flickered across her face. “Whatever you confess today remains between us and the Lord,” I assured her, holding her gaze. She looked away for a brief moment before meeting my eyes again. “Have you ever heard of toys, Father?” she inquired hesitantly. I furrowed my brows, feigning confusion. “Toys? You mean the little things children play with?” I questioned, tilting my head with curiosity. “No… not those, Father.” Reaching into her trouser pocket, she carefully pulled out a small bullet-shaped object and held it toward me. “This.”

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱ Old tales, there were so many and last week all I did was read them. The mortal tales were silly in a way - like a helpless princess, who was trapped in a tower by an evil witch, another who had been poisoned, and finally the one who was cursed to sleep soundly. All the stories ended the same way: the princesses were saved by their enchanted princes, but although they were supposed to be "cute" I could only get angry.

And he falls silent. Waiting for my response? "That's good," I say, "because I don't want to share you either." He smiles and sits back, sipping his wine, his expression thoughtful. "Tell me about 'redbreast' and 'ravens'," he says. "I expected you to simply give me 'yellow' and 'red' or something similar. It sounds as though there is a story behind the two words." "It's from when I was a little girl," I say. "There were ravens at the bottom of our garden, and when I was small, they seemed so huge."

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Ralph walked with the guys into an isolated old building that seemed hunted. “You got the money?” a gruff voice spoke. I could hear the conversation going smoothly between Ralph and the kidnappers. “How about we make another deal?” the gruff voice said. I couldn't help but ask, why was there another deal? I smelt a foul play, just as Ralph had said. “These bloody pigs can't keep to their words, can they? ” I mumbled, my fist clenched. “Raymond, start the vehicle,” I could hear him mutter. “The keys are beneath the car, hurry. ”

Primus of Drexillia" and made Cranx the new Grand general of Drexillia He had made Sphinxes superior to all other beings, a 300 year Sphinx is more superior to a 400 year old Vampire, anyone who didn't abide by that was slayed before the eyes of Drexillians, Drex had also planned on invading Hidden kingdom (another kingdom were beings like Griffins, Grendels, Goblins etc lived under the lordship of Stoker (1500 years Minotaur), the Qunin of Hidden city, but all his efforts were in vain,he was a lot more stronger, but despite the fact that Sphinxes and stronger, Stoker always defeated Drex on each attack he made on invading Hidden city, as a result of their ages

"There's this story I heard when I was young. I don't remember much but I think that you'll like it." "Let's hear it," I said. "It's a story that's been past down since ancient times. Are you really ready to bear it's weight?" "We are more than ready," Lora said and Ana shrugged, as if washing her hands off whatever consequences that would come afterwards. "Once upon a time, there was a girl named Little Red Riding Hood. One day, she stumbled into the forest and got lost. She began to look for shelter and soon found a house and got in. She then found three bowls of porridge on the table. The first bowl of porridge was too hot-"