Unexplainable Stories Novels & Stories

I also arranged my belongings for tomorrow before going to bed. It's already 9:40 pm. For me it's still too early at this time. Sometimes, I just read and mostly on facebook and watch EXO and NCT videos because I don't easily fall asleep and my insomnia always attacks. I always drink milk but it still doesn't work. I justudt scrolled on my messenger when I noticed the man I had chatted with earlier. James Von Waltridge :Sorry, but I can't understand what you're saying. Seen Jane Valdez

“Someone discreet. Someone who understands hospital systems.” There is a pause as he listened to the voice on the other end. “Yes. Domestic abuse cases. Private wards. Unreported incidents.” Another pause. “No,” Ethan said softly. “I need it documented.” He ended the call and leaned back, exhaling slowly. He wasn’t angry anymore. He was focused. Somewhere in the city, a man believed he’d won by force. Ethan Reed would teach him what happened when violence met patience. And when money meets truth. And if there's one more game he has to play, which he hates so much... It's to meet up with an old time frenemy. Bill Benson. The Benson's First son.

Tired of pretending the holidays didn’t take every insecurity I owned and amplify it by ten. The worst part was that I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. Not really. Just that I needed space. Somewhere, I wasn’t being watched. Somewhere, I didn’t feel like a progress report. Somewhere I could exist without explanation. I reached for my phone again. I wasn’t planning anything dramatic. This wasn’t a breakdown. This was a browse. A harmless scroll. Completely reasonable behaviour. I opened a travel app. France appeared almost immediately, as if it had been waiting for me to admit something.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

He still wanted to know what was wrong with Myra. “I.. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the cramps. I get them well before my period starts,” she lied. She had an irregular cycle, resulting often in missed periods. It relieved Hart that she had suspected nothing more. They had been intimate for months, yet she hadn’t found out about his infertility. She kept the fact she took emergency contraception well hidden from him.

I would normally just brush it off and apologize, but my mind just blanked for some reason earlier. I still don't understand why these people are suddenly gaining colors. Why specifically these people? It's not even limited to the people at school anymore since Al's obviously from somewhere else. It just doesn't make sense. It's not like I know them from anywhere else. I wish I knew something more about my illness so I could at least stop being so confused. Come to think of it, I haven't even told Aunt Autumn about any of what happened. Maybe she can somehow help me understand. I doubt it, but I can still hope for answers.

His rumbling voice affecting my confidence. “And what your anonym friend is thinking about this?” I mumbled not so sure about the result. “Ha-ha, exploring the loopholes, are we? There is no point. He doesn’t care until you’re not dead.” My brain was frantically searching for a way out of this. Maybe-

“To be fair, I’m realizing now that you’re actually the first person I’m telling. I haven’t told my parents or Liam or even Sammy” “Oh wow. Well, while I’m honored that you broke the news to me first, how come you haven’t mentioned it to anyone else since it’s been that long since it happened?” “Firstly, it was an unexpected thing. Aside from that, there just hasn’t been a right time to spill the news I guess”. “Hm. If you say so”.

She continued, "They took 300 thousand dollars—all of my mom's retirement savings. I couldn't let her know, so I took a loan, working multiple jobs to pay it off. But it's impossible with the interest. It keeps piling up! They threatened to take my mom's house. I begged for a way out, and they said if I was willing to do certain things, I could pay it off quickly. That's why..." "That's why you're on that site!" I could not help but shout. "What else can I do? I can't let my mom lose her home," Eleanor replied, tears streaming down her face. "That's not an excuse to do something so foolish!" I jumped up, my face flushed with anger. "Thank god I was the one who found you first. What if it had

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon