Weird Interesting Stories Novels & Stories

he laughed, then went to knock on the bedroom door. I couldn’t blame him for that last statement to be honest, because my face was still red from laughter because of one of the stories of his childhood that he had just shared. It was one where he had begged his parents to go to a fair when he was about eight years old. He was so excited when he got there that he started eating all things sugar and eventually had a sugar rush. He later got on a Ferris wheel while still high from the sugar rush and attempted to jump off the wheel because he thought he was Superman. Of course, he couldn’t fly, so when he attempted to, his nanny at that time held him back, which caused his pants to go low, expos

"Does she really think the supporting male lead will still give in to her? I'm dying to see what happens next; the way the plot is going off the rails right now is so good!" In that instant, the media reporters descended on us like sharks smelling blood, surrounding us from all sides. "Are you attending the wedding as the groom today, Mr. Sorenson? Have you already forgiven Ms. Sutherland for fleeing the wedding?" "Sutherland Group is about to go under, Mr. Sorenson. Have you come today to represent the Sorenson family to reinject capital into Sutherland Group?" "There were rumors about you and a mystery woman at the airport a few days ago. Do you care to comment on whether that was all just

Not even remotely. “What kind of joke is this?” I muttered under my breath. I flipped through a few more pages for good measure, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing that had anything to do with me or that strange power surge or… whatever had happened. Just random stories, myths, legends… beasts that belonged in bedtime stories, not real life. My irritation finally snapped. I slammed the book shut, harder than necessary. The sound echoed through my room, and a puff of dust burst into the air.

We went inside the massive room, and she showed me all of her collections before she speaks. "The world is like a huge library that is filled with books. It’s a book that contains everyone's story. Everyone has their story written somewhere in the library. It can be a book of love between two lovers from a distance, an inspirational story of a family, a story of an unbreakable friendship, or the story of a war against long-time enemies. Our stories don't always have a happy endings. Some ends in tragedy and others end with a twist and unexpected turn of events. No matter what is written in our final chapter, it always ends up with a lesson.

The owner, a wise old man with a gentle smile, welcomed us as if he had been expecting our arrival. As we peruse the shelves, our eyes landed on a worn, leather-bound journal that seemed to call out to us. Intrigued, we opened it to find a collection of handwritten stories, each one filled with magic, adventure, and the triumph of the human spirit. The journal spoke of forgotten legends, hidden treasures, and ancient prophecies.

She looks me over one last time before walking off, and I grind my teeth together in aggravation. Every time I bring up my major, I get the same looks. People just assume I am a wolfbagger, but I'm not. I genuinely find supernatural history interesting. I am not studying werewolves, so I can trick a werewolf into giving me long life or mating with me. I like learning about all of them, dragons, sirens, and fairies I sigh as I collect my pile of books. I already paid my tab on the cafe's app, so there is no need to call my disgusted waitress back over. I pull my jacket on and pick up my loaded book bag.

“ we have eighteen minute left, we goanna be fast. Anyway this is the last one” We took the envelope side the bag, we opened it “The building that has most stories” “ what do they mean by that “ “well every building always have a story, like the house we living in it was where my Granny had sex” Annabel blabbed “ eww seriously not that kind of story” Abigail squeeze her nose “Well what it mean a building with stories” “ yea, how do you expect us ……….the library, it the library” “ it filled with different stories” we said to together pointing fingers to our self.

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

Tristan looked at Xander then nodded, "I've been to his place several times. He told me many things about the world he used to live in. He also said that there was an incident in their world that made them have to come down to this Earth!" "I'm still not even sure that 'Siren' is a reality!" Xander muttered, making Tristan look at the man. He smiled "That's because you chose to spend your day as a human at Xander's school, and you don't have much adventure to different parts of this earth. If I can share your experiences, what I conclude is. This earth is not only filled with humans or ghosts, but there are also creatures that come from other dimensions. They are real, not just a hoax. Many

"No, that's not it!" "So what? You are a writer about vampire clans right? Is that really you? " "Yeah right, that's me. The story did not attract many readers, nor was it popular. " "Eh, really? But I think the story is good and interesting. " "Yes, but the truth is, it's not interesting, it's not popular and it's also not very good!" "Huh, yes, I understand. About vampires is like a myth, so rarely people are interested in making stories like this. What's the story like it doesn't make sense to other readers? "