Unsaid Stories Novels & Stories

everyone raises a sign and it’s all Never. “Never have I ever broken up with someone” we all raise a sign and I saw someone who’s different. IT’s Joshua. “You know my past relationship? That’s what I am pertaining to” he answered. “That’s so toxic though,” I told him. I read again on my phone the next question. “Never have I ever made up a story about someone who wasn’t real” I smiled as I read the question. They began raising a sign and it’s all Never. Meanwhile, I raised the ‘I have’ sign.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

She continued, "They took 300 thousand dollars—all of my mom's retirement savings. I couldn't let her know, so I took a loan, working multiple jobs to pay it off. But it's impossible with the interest. It keeps piling up! They threatened to take my mom's house. I begged for a way out, and they said if I was willing to do certain things, I could pay it off quickly. That's why..." "That's why you're on that site!" I could not help but shout. "What else can I do? I can't let my mom lose her home," Eleanor replied, tears streaming down her face. "That's not an excuse to do something so foolish!" I jumped up, my face flushed with anger. "Thank god I was the one who found you first. What if it had

I lamented with a sigh. Noah frowned and retorted, "After everything you've experienced, you still don't believe in the supernatural?" I fell silent. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. When he looked back at me, his expression was somewhat strained. "What's wrong?" I asked, frowning slightly. He chose his words carefully as he said, "After you told me about Ramona, I asked a friend to keep an eye on the cafeteria owner." "And?" "He's dead," Noah said flatly. "Before he died, he claimed to have seen his mother, who used to run the cafeteria years ago."

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

Footsteps crunched on the gravel outside. Ryan’s hand clamped over my mouth before I could say another word. “Quiet,” he breathed against my ear, voice low and dangerous. “Not a fucking sound.” We were trapped. My room was at the end of the hall. No way out without passing the stairs. I could already hear them unpacking, suitcases thumping, the fridge opening downstairs. Ryan’s cock twitched against my ass, still hard even after everything. “They’re right below us,” he whispered, grinding slowly. “And you’re still dripping my load. Fuck, that’s hot.”

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.

I whispered. When I had asked about his family and his past, the worst I had expected was a distant, emotionally unavailable father and slight childhood bullying from neighbourhood kids. What I got, however, was...I don't even think I can possibly describe how I felt listening to all that. I began to understand why he felt the need to tell me the story. That day in the park, I had tackled him to the ground and pinned his wrists together above his head, possibly triggering his PTSD. "After the funeral, I was exposed to a new type of challenge and suffering." He sighed, a year dropping from his eye.

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.