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His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

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.

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

In the expanse of Allah's prayer rug who became a friend, crying, complaining and being grateful And in the ink strokes, and in the memories of all the people I will know later, will be written a story. about my life, Sintia Budiyanti Continued to the next Sintia The Series story and novel series 1. Sintia Yang Terbuang Cinta 2. My Friends and Love Story 3. Lentera 4. Sofia Bandung 1952 Thank you, Nyi Mas Ratu Intan

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

she smiled, but with tears in her eyes, “That is so sweet, but…Thank you.” Adam pulled back his smile. He stared at Amelia as if contemplating, then suggested. “How about I tell you a story?” Amelia asked. “What kind of story?” She had nothing else to do anyway. Adam answered. “It’s a story I started to write before I came here. Trust me. You’d want to hear it.” Amelia nodded her head with a smile. “Fine, I am sure it’s a great story.” Adam lifted his lips. He then said, “It started with a little male wolf who claimed he came from the future…”

she pressed. I took a deep breath, a blush creeping up my cheeks. This wasn't just any story; it felt like the beginning of something special, and I wanted to savour every detail. "Well," I began, pausing for dramatic effect, "it all started with a wrong turn..." A collective gasp from my friends sent chills of excitement down my spine. Leaning in closer, I launched into the story, weaving a tale of a chance encounter, an unexpected connection, and a spark that ignited something beautiful in my life.

She had once considered returning the money Caroline had given her, but Sophie stopped her. Sophie huffed and poked her angrily. "Are you stupid? You poured your heart and soul into taking care of a blind man for so long. This is the least you deserve! Why would you give it back?" After that, Evelyn never brought it up again and started preparing her immigration paperwork. The Reynold family helped her a lot during this process, allowing her to get through the challenges smoothly. With financial stability and a strong professional foundation, she turned down the promotion her boss had offered and instead opened her own studio.

Yasmine's diary entry: I'm going over to Rob's house to tell him his Father fucked me. He deserves the honesty and I don't blame him if he breaks up with me. His Daddy's cock was so delicious yesterday. It satisfied my cunt and to be honest, I can't wait to have more of it. **** “I need to tell you something.” I said in a voice that immediately had him turning to me. “What's the problem?” “I - I did something horrible yesterday.”