Unexplainable Stories Novels & Stories

“Feels strange, doesn’t it? Saying it out loud. In front of everyone.” “Strange and right,” Martin replied. He thought back to all the nights they had lain awake in anonymous hotel rooms, talking in hushed tones about what a future without secrecy might look like. The fear of lost sponsorships, hostile crowds, career-ending scandals. Tonight, they had faced the first wave of that future and survived—more than survived. They had triumphed.

Sofia Reyes killed the engine of her rented Jeep outside the dusty warehouse on the edge of the port city, notebook crammed in her back pocket, camera slung across her chest. Six months chasing this story had taken her from quiet mountain roads to flashy nightclubs to lonely beach towns. Women vanishing. No bodies. No clear pattern at first. But the deeper she dug, the clearer it got and all of them had been restless, bored, aching for something sharper than their safe little lives.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the counter. I was trying to proof myself, that i wasn't just another spoiled Montgomery playing doctor for fun, that I was capable, useful, smart, instead I got suspended for sleeping with my patient, who also happens to be a murder. I laughed briefly, walked towards the cabinets to get a drink. Taking a sip, I groaned softly, and pressed my palm against my eyes. I am crazy.

There are wolves who have not yet existed. I looked up from the book I was reading. "Who is speaking?" I am the Unwritten. I am the possibility that has not yet become real. I am the story that is waiting to be told. The Unwritten spoke of a new kind of existence. "Not all stories are forgotten," it said. "Some stories are simply not yet written. They are waiting for the right wolf to tell them. They are waiting for the right moment to come into being." "And I am that wolf?"

Leath moved the phone away from her and called Piper. "Piper, what is he talking about?" Piper gave her a tablet and her eyes widened when she saw a website that some students made with the sole purpose of exclusive gossip, Weekly Goods, they called it. It was a picture of her and Professor Moreau by the pool, the photographer was skillful enough to bring out a different meaning to the picture when they were just merely talking. "Father, this is not what you think. That professor's up to something—" her father's cold tone cut her sentence off.

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

He asked like a pissed man . I gulped hard thinking of what to say, then I thought of saying rubbish. "The thing is I .. I.. saw ...your g..grandmother in my dream I .. I mean my grandmother and she was telling me some fables and fairly life stories that —always spur me up so I got tied down and lost track of time.." He scoffed and dipped from his drink "Do you really want me to fire you right now?" I felt a bang in my head. No I certainly can't loose my job for the 11th time.

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I reply simply. Stella takes a deep breath and continues her story. "I could tell he was drunk by his breath. Every time he spoke, all I could smell was the stench of alcohol. At first, I thought someone was angry because I was dancing with Chad. That was the guy's name. But the person who had a hold of me made it clear that he didn't care who I was dancing with. He just wanted to teach me a lesson because, in his eyes, all girls are the same. I tried to fight him off, but even in his drunken state, he was much stronger than me. I couldn't escape his grip. All I could do was hope that Chad would return soon. Then, someone approached the door, but when they found it locked, they left. I cried

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.