Novel & Cerita Unfinished Tales

But now it sat beside new additions—a photo of Lila’s first steps on the training ground, a drawing she had made of three figures holding hands under stadium lights. Truth had been told. Love had won. And in the years stretching ahead, it would keep winning—on the pitch, in their home, and in the legacy they left for every dreamer who followed. The floodlights waited patiently in the distance, ready for the next generation to write their own stories under their glow. The End.

And the story ended not with resolution, but with continuation— unfair, unfinished, and real. —End—

"The place where every unfinished story is abandoned." The room became still. The woman frowned. "A place can't move." "No," the First Reader replied quietly. "It isn't a place anymore." "It became... hungry." The bright point continued drifting across the map. Each line it consumed vanished forever. Adrian watched several glowing paths disappear. "What happens to those stories?" The White Book answered before anyone else could. Fresh words appeared across its pages. They are forgotten before they are ever imagined. A chill ran through the room. The boy slowly closed the nameless notebook.

Her uncles placed her onto the ground as she stared gormlessly, not sure what she was seeing. “Ready?” Darkous laughed as he moved towards the black hole, dragging the princess along with him. Elika panicked further as darkness surrounded her; the sudden feeling of falling polluting her senses. Light suddenly burst into Elika’s sight as they emerged from the other side of the black hole, the darkness dissipating as quickly as it had arrived. Elika was shocked by the realization that she was no longer in the heaven dimension as her uncle released his hold on her. She gasped when she saw the burning bodies of those who were damned, their bodies locked into the stone walls as far as the eye cou

“Did that magical chamber took your Uncle to a fairyland? Did he already saw the what they called, fairyland?” “Uhm…” “No, right? So how did this chamber exist when it was just a myth, a story to satisfy kids and make them believe that magic exists. We’ve been there, but this is a realistic world. And magic like turning you into a frog, and one kiss from a prince, you shift back, doesn’t exist.” She heaved a deep sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” “Of course, I am—” “But Uncle Flavio stories are pretty convincing—”

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >

she purred before flashing a wide grin on her face and leaving me. I closed my eyes and convinced myself, I don’t have experience working because dad never allows me, he said it’ll be just a distraction on my studies and that he can still provide for our needs, but the situation now is different Celeztine and you have to do your best. I nodded and immediately went to the dining area.

The whole university was talking about the midterm scandal, and none of them had the facts right. The walk home felt different now. The afternoon streets were hollow, and every distant siren or passing car made the hairs on my arms stand up. I still hadn't told Ares. I couldn't bear the thought of him looking at me and wondering if he’d bought midterm celebration gifts for a cheat. Those wrapped boxes sitting on our counter at home felt like weights now, reminding me of the three weeks I had spent ignoring sleep just to pass.

"I am the son who died in the cave while you were praying to a moon that didn't care. I am the 'Weakness' that you integrated, but didn't actually save." Silas felt a wave of nausea. This was the "Ugly Truth" taken to its ultimate, literal extreme. The "Unmapped" North was not just a sanctuary; it was a "Junkyard of Potential." By opening the "Author's Ink," Kaelen had accidentally given a voice to every tragedy they had tried to leave behind. "You aren't real," Silas roared, his gold-veined wolf form surging. "You are just a 'Draft'!"

daughter of Dolly and Daniel Hill. Yes! Married...married to a man named Race...Race...Race... Come to me... With a muffled cry, she ripped off the quilt and rumpled it in a ball...it, too, smelled like him...she felt the scent burn into her skin, scalding her with it...pain shot down her arms...the quilt flew from her arms, landing on the bed again, teasing her, telling her she couldn’t escape...There is no escape...This isn’t a dream...This is real, and this is your life now...Come here...Accept me...Accept him...