Unexplainable Stories Novels & Stories

A lie told with half truth and half fake is most believable. When Su Lan was spacing out and brainwashing herself she heard Dr Ma’s speech and almost puked blood. Dr. Ma: “Oh, so this time you were smart enough to make an antidote but still stupid enough to test the poison on yourself, so smart (said sarcastically).” Su Lan: (in her mind): This person is looking for a beating! Can’t anything good come out of his mouth! Ever since he came he totally crushed his image just by opening his mouth! He definitely is the type who everyone wants to beat up once he speaks!

If they just know the real story! What I just can't accept is why do we have a sex video in the first place? Yeah, I know we have honestly shared a steamy, passionate night that’s why our baby was formed but a video scandal, come on. How could it happen, unless he was part of this! He was filming our intercourse and for what reason maybe? So I cried and was hurt because of the possible fact that Primo planned to really hurt and destroy me, from the very beginning. His intention is to ruin me, my reputation, and my whole life.

Or Maybe it has something to do with the voice, the strange, incongruous, and out-of-the-way whispers telling the untold stories, the internal and confidential thoughts revealing themselves to me as if I had the powers to read the minds of the people around me. No. I didn't have any such powers. That's an undoubted gospel, no humans on this planet were sent with supernatural powers such as reading the mind of people, flying on the broom in the middle of the night, and howling to the full moon after shape-lifting their characters. These are the unbelievable, untruthful verities popularized by some of the fiction writers by introducing unreal events, human beings, and unusual, odd lifestyles t

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“In real life your problems are rarely resolved, you don’t get closure on the situations or relationships that have most impact on your life. Your father never explains why he didn’t say how proud you made him. Your ex-wife never apologies for cheating on you repeatedly. Bad people aren’t punished for their crimes and good people go unrewarded for their virtue. We look to stories to give us the closure and the resolution we so desperately crave, so we can deal with our problems and move on in a way that real life doesn’t allow.” “But it’s the lack of an ending that kept this story alive, you just said so.” “But not in a healthy way, not because it’s told and retold. This story exists as an a

Nathan and Miranda understood that storytelling held immense power—a power to heal, to inspire, and to create lasting change. Motivated by this realization, they set out on a mission to document and share these stories of resilience. Through captivating interviews, powerful photographs, and poignant narratives, they aimed to create a platform that celebrated the triumphs of the human spirit. They believed that by amplifying these stories, they could reshape societal perceptions, break down barriers, and foster a greater sense of empathy and understanding.

"At first, I thought they were just trying to scare me. Or maybe they were part of something you got into and never told me about." He looked back, gaze heavier now. "But I started researching. I started connecting dots. Weird stories, deaths covered up, unexplained attacks I never noticed until I was looking for them." He leaned forward, voice lower. "And then I had my own encounter." The air between us shifted. "What do you mean?" I asked.

I take a deep breath as I feel the sand under my feet. I couldn't help but think of what this meant, he didn't want to be friends, and I didn't want to be together…so where did that leave us? Then this crazy, crazy explanation for this meltdown he had right after I told him I hated him. Well, whatever that was… I'd have to ask my uncle about those Haida stories about people shifting into creatures…but then again they are just ‘made up’ stories— I just couldn't shake those horrific sounds, Kol in pain and him telling me to shoot to kill him. It all didn't make any sense.

“You can’t be sad while looking at the beauty of the universe. Otherwise, I’m going to have to take your mind off things.” I snorted. “Oh yeah, like what? Tell me about black holes.” “Now that you mentioned it,” he leaned over closer, his lips and beard grazing the lobe of my ear. Suddenly, my panties were flooded with warmth and wetness. His large hand slid over my belly, to the top of my jeans, unbuttoning them. “I love black holes.”

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.