Unexplainable Stories Novels & Stories

The horrific reality of her words hung in the quiet, locked office like an absolute explosion of light. The multi-billion-dollar wall of lies Portia’s mother had spent years building was suffering a catastrophic, final systemic failure, leaving Portia completely exposed to the terrifying truth that her choice to run away had permanently shattered the only home she had ever known.

He leaned against the tree. My skin crawled at the vivid images his words painted in my mind. Each new detail made me grateful for skipping breakfast that morning as it felt like my insides were trying to escape. The way Charlie had explained the Arcane Collectors was like a mafia organisation with a thing for ancient relics, but the way Mr Harrison put it, a mafia organisation sounded like kindergarten. What's worse is how it weirdly made sense. The untraceable thefts, thieves that chose death over failure, wrecking houses, and kidnapping teenagers at midnight.

*A New Collection Synopsis:.When 19-year-old college freshman Riley comes home for the weekend and “accidentally” interrupts her father’s high-stakes poker night with his four filthy-rich, hung best friends, one drunken bet and a skimpy outfit later turns into a nonstop, no-holes-barred gangbang that leaves her dripping with their cum and begging for more.

“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.

she smiled, picking on her neatly fixed nails. “I’m sorry as you can see I'm not prepared for that.” I blurted out. I knew I promise her we will be going on a date well she pressured me but now that should be my least concern now. “Excuse me?” “Look, I have got a new project.” I started calmly showing her some files. ”You remember the abandoned case of the assassin? he killed again seems like he won’t stop till he kills everyone” I know my explanations doesn’t have any effect on her but I give it a try at least.