Weird Interesting Stories Novels & Stories

I love stories a lot. Do you? Since I have been writing this diary of my life, I have been able to create wonderful stories that has touched both of us deeply. Do you agree? Now, I ask, who doesn’t love a short love story about meeting random people? Especially the very unique ways that people can get connected together without putting much efforts.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

he draws out and I nodded, adjusting my sitting posture. "I am 16 years old, a lover of thriller and drama novels. I hate jealousy and pride in others. I love these zee world series especially 'Lies of the Heart and King of Hearts," I stopped when I saw him wore a look "You like the zee world series?', he asked. " Yes, why did you ask?"I asked. "Nothing, books are not for me, I just like having fun. Books are not my friend, Facebook and Football are," he stated and I laughed at his straightforwardness.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

His question came out fast and she racked her brain to think. "I..." She wanted to speak but he interrupted. "If you're not even sure then it's not worth it. Do you know that the most basic stories can make the headlines as long as they have enough elements to attract attention? If you put this out, you can barely make the second page. Yes it's an interesting topic, but what about it is not just another scandal against a big company?" He stated bluntly.

Clover’s POV Ever since I hit my puberty I have always dreamt of having sex with my sister even though she was nine years older than me . 10 years Ago: One summer afternoon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. I was supposed to be at my swimming club at this time and mom was out shopping and dad at work . I forgot my swimming glasses and swimsuit at home. So I had to go back home to get them. *** When I arrived at home I heard some weird noises coming from my sister's room and went to check it. The door was slightly ajar and what I saw shook me to the core.

19-year-old Sean Mattews, recently known to be a werefox, shows up in class in his beast form- a two-tailed orange fox with golden eyes. He had just stepped out of a magic circle. His classmates (comprised mainly of humans and a few non-shifter paranormals who had already hit adulthood) were stunned to see him in that form. At the same time, many of the students, especially the females, found him very cute and even wished to touch him, but they held back and remained in their seats, fearing that he might not want their touch.

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

He gestured toward the narrow aisle between fiction and children’s books. “Storage wasted on that back room. And don’t get me started on the courtyard out back. Prime square footage doing nothing but growing weeds.” Before she could fire back, the kids started filing in for storytime, backpacks thumping as they dropped onto the colorful rug. Elena shot him a warning look and moved to the front. She picked up *The Adventures of Benny the Bookworm*, her voice shifting into the warm, animated tone she used for the little ones.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.