Unfinished Tales Novels & Stories

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.

Seraphina rolled her eyes, her teenage rebellion in full force. "But Uncle, it's sooo boring! I'll just be a burden, and everyone will stare at me like I'm some spoiled rich kid." Mace didn't mince words, his tone as gruff as ever. "Seraphina, you are a spoiled rich kid, and that's exactly why you need to be there. This is a family duty, and I won't have you embarrassing me by playing the lazy teenager card." Seraphina huffed, clearly frustrated with her uncle's unyielding stance.

But just as I begin to relax, a scout rushes into the clearing, his face pale. “There’s something you need to see,” he says urgently. Ansel leaves everyone on edge as I exchange a glance with Ansel, knowing that while one battle has ended, our journey is far from over. THE END

he asked. "Boss she wasn't there with them, and I waited for some minutes before leaving" I replied. "Okay fine, I believe you know what to do, she's your unfinished mission" he said and hung up. My unfinished mission? I never had an unfinished mission, this girl will be my first unfinished mission and I won't spare her any day I set my eyes on her. My unfinished mission!. Fuck!.

Days, Months, and Years passed by. Things were not as smooth as they seemed to be. The level of worries for Anjana was increasing day by day. And one day something happened that she was never ready to accept it. While she was cleaning old things from the bed box, she found some greeting cards with some romantic notes on them. However, she already knew that Amreet was having a girlfriend before marriage, but, that hardly made her worried much because it was all before her marriage. but, one day when she opened his f******k account, she found that both of them has chatted together even after their marriage. This made her very much agitated.

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

He was wearing a suit of crisp, white linen, and he carried a stack of fresh, blank ledgers. "Package delivery," he called up to the tower, his voice carrying effortlessly over the crashing waves. "The 'Legend of the Brave Dog' has been processed. The story has been told. But you have a problem, Thorne family." I moved to the hatch. "What problem?" "You've rewritten the past, destroyed the Editor, and liberated the archive," the Postmaster said, gesturing to the thousands of ghosts beginning to ascend the cliff. "You've created a world that is 'Unwritten.' And an Unwritten world is a very dangerous place to live. It has no rules. No 'Happily Ever Afters.' No guarantees."

He warned her and threw her away. Caroline didn’t sleep the next night because it was a huge insult for her. And now she planned for a REVENGE. She wanted to destroy my dad and his children but in a way that no one would ever know.The next morning, she woke up early and prepared breakfast for everyone which made my father really happy. “How’s the breakfast Anna and Zac?” “It's really delicious.” Zac smiled