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HER MYSTERIOUS POWER … (18+) … Part 1
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This story is about a girl called Stella. She is about 15 years of age.

Who don’t know she got mysterious powers.

She was a special child and evil ghost were sent to kill her but they never succeed.

Her parents were aware about her powers and ghost attacking but they told her nothing.

Stella is a calm girl who stay on her own and very quiet.

This made people bullied her. She was too quiet, shy, fragile, gentle, frightened to defend herself.

People always mocked her.
Stella was know in all over the school as a dummy. If fact every one in the high school knows her.
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There was a day she ran into the house crying and bumped into
her mum. She told her mother everything.

Her mother told her to have courage and go back defend her self and there is a power inside her.

She wiped up her tears and went aside, on getting there she didn’t have the courage to face the person.

She ran back inside, went to her room and locked up herself for 2 days meditating on her mother word.

The next day she was going to school when she bumped on the same person her mother told to go and confront.

She decided to ignore him a and walked pass when the boy drew her back and started insulting her and her parents.

She lost control and became very angry. She stated at the boy with a dreadful eyes..

Her eye started turning black
On seeing this the boy became afraid and he fell unconscious.
Stella immediately come to her right senses.

She remember what happened just now and she was scared. She ran back home and locked herself into the room that morning.
She came aside of her room when it was evening.

Her mother was worried and ask her what the matter was and age explained everything that occur that morning.

Her mother told her that she was waiting for that day and she explained everything to her daughter.

Stella was excited having mysterious power.

She started using her power to bully everyone in the school.
She used her power to bully the poor and the weak.
Her mission on earth was to destroy the king of ghost.
Will she succeed

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Watch out as I bring to you this amazing story.

I Woke Up Early On A Friday Morning.
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I Went To My Parent Room But They Where Asleep.
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I Didn’t Want To Disturb Them So I Went Back To My Room.
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I Was Scared To Be Alone So I Brought Out My Phone.
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I Was going through My Mails When the Power Went Out.
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“is This Another Attack”i Said And Sprung Up.
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I Went To My Parents Room But I Couldn’t Find Them.
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“mum,dad”i Called Searching For Them.
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I Search Every Corner But I Couldn’t Find Them.
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I Ran To The Garden But Every Where Was Dark.
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I Kept On Running. I Was Running When I Bump Into A Tree.
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“ouch” I Screamed.
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I Turned Around When I Saw A Man Entered The House.
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“dad”i Called I Ran After Him.
The Man Finally Stopped At The Kitchen.
“dad Is That You”i Inquired.
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“hi”the Man Said In A Creepy Voice.
“who…..Are You…And What Do You Need”i Inquired.
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“i What You”he Replied And Face Me.
“Aaaah”i Screamed.

I ran outside immediately. I saw the same ghost that has been hunting me a long time ago.
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This time he look more scaring and weird.
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His teeth were dripping blood. His face was cover with stitches.
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I ran aside when I bump into my parents.
“Please don’t kill me”I plead with fright.
My dad cuddle me into his arms and pet me.
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“Dad that…. Man is back again”I said with fright.
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“Come on honey. There is nothing like ghost. It is just your imagination and you need to get over it.”my dad explained.
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“No dad it’s not my imagination, I promise “I replied.
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“Come darling your dad is right. You need to fight it”mum explained.
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“Its already 5:00pm, go and freshen up for school”mum instructed.
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“Mum can’t I skip school today”I asked and mum frowned.
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“Yes you can you need to relax”dad stated.
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“But honey”mum said to dad.
“Darling let her just rest for today”that interfered.
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“OK you can skip school”mum water and I jump.
“Thanks mum”I said and ran to my room.
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Parents
Conversation
In their bed room
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Mum was sitting beside dad at the bed.
“Darling ken is not going leave our daughter alone until he kills her”I said to my husband in tears.
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“I know but Stella will have to realize that she have power first”he replied
” she will have to conquer are fears and face ken. I can’t wait for that day”I said and my husband hug me.
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“Stella is a very lucky child and I wish she knew she as powers”he said.
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“Then let us tell her”I said but he frowned.
“No I want her to know it by herself”he respond.
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“Mum”Stella said with a frowned face
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https://coolstories22.com/her-mysterious-power-18-part-2

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MY FIRST TIME … (18+) … Part 1
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Tonia was a beautiful girl from a respectable Christian home. She lived a life that pleased God right from her childhood, she was always cautious of her lifestyle, she was still a virgin at 23.

It’s been over 2 years since she left home for college to study medicine. Her mother’s last words to her before she left were “Tonia my daughter, live a life that would please God and keep yourself till marriage and don’t let any man take your pride away”. These words were her backbone and strength whenever she thought of slaking.

Tonia kept herself all through year 1-2, but the story changed when she met Eric in her 3rd year. It was raining on that fateful day and she was stuck in class, waiting for the rain to stop before embarking on her journey home. While waiting, there was a restaurant opposite her class and Eric was seated with his friends eating and drinking.

Eric was from an influential and rich family. He was known in school for living a lavish lifestyle and for also being a chronic womaniser. He was very handsome and girls fell in love for his enchanting charisma. He was the dream of every girl in school and beyond.

As she waited for the rain to stop but it didn’t, she got into the rain, hastening her steps so she could get to her destination faster. Not minding her foot steps, she slipped on a slippery ground and fell drastically.

Eric who was seated with his friends at the restaurant, quickly sighted her and ran to her aid. On getting there, Tonia was bleeding on her head so they had to quickly put her in his car and drove to a nearby hospital around their school.

On getting to the hospital, she was admitted and Eric had to wait till she recovered since he didn’t know any family or friend or hers to contact. Around 5pm in the evening, Tonia opened her eyes to the sight of Eric.

“Hey are you ok” he asked, “yeah I’m fine” she replied, please what happened and where am I?” She continued, “You fell so hard and was unconscious, so I had to rush you to the hospital” he said. “How much is the bill” she asked, “Don’t worry, it’s already cleared” he assured.

Tonia thanked Eric for being a lifesaver and prepared to leave for her apartment. “I can give you a ride if you don’t mind” he said, “you have done much already and I wouldn’t want to stress you any further” she replied. “Ok take care” he said and left the hospital.

As at that time, Tonia didn’t know who Eric was and what he was known for. She finally got home, took her bath and slept. The next day, Tonia had a test to write so she hurriedly did some revision before leaving for school. While at school, she looked out to see if she would catch a sight of the kind man that helped her yesterday. “I don’t even know his name” she said to herself.

After the test, Tonia who was known to be a brilliant student, finished up early and left the hall. She was on her way home when she spotted Eric smoking with his friends at a hidden corner in the school.

She was a bit shocked and hastened her steps so as to pass them unnoticed. “Hey!” She heard from a far, and quickly turned to see who it was. Eric had already sighted her and started walking closer. “Hi” she said calmly, “You are the girl from yesterday right?” He asked, “yes I am” she replied. “Hope you are ok now?” He continued, “I’m good” she replied. “Ok take care” he said and was about to leave and she stopped him by asking “please what’s your name?”, “I’m Eric and you” he asked, “I’m Tonia” she replied.

As the atmosphere started becoming awkward, she broke the silence by asking him “do you know that smokers are liable to die young?”, Eric paused for a minute and then replied “yes I know but I don’t smoke all the time”. “But why do you smoke at all?” She asked and Eric gave her an amused look and finally replied by saying “Smoking gives me a kind of joy nobody can”. Tonia was a bit short of words and smiled before finally saying “you haven’t tried everyone, and I pray someday you find someone that would give you the kind of joy smoking can’t beat”.

As Tonia walked away, Eric stood there dumbfounded as he watched her leave. “Who’s this girl? Why haven’t I seen her around school before? She isn’t smitten or intimidated by me” he thought to himself. As Eric walked back to his crew, he wasn’t interested in the weed they were smoking anyone as he couldn’t get his mind off Tonia. He kept asking himself “Who is she?”
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https://coolstories22.com/my-first-time-18-part-2

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THE BOY WHO SNEAKS INTO MY ROOM … (18+) … Part 1
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I sat on the kitchen counter, watching my mom make pasta bake; she was panicking slightly and kept glancing at the clock every couple of minutes. I knew why she did this, my dad was due home in exactly sixteen minutes and he liked dinner to be on the table as soon as he got in.
Jake wandered in, playing with his Spider-Man figures. “Mom, can I go play at Liam’s?” he asked, giving her the puppy dog look.
She glanced at the clock again and shook her head quickly. “Not right now, Jakey. Dinner won’t be long and we need to eat as a family.” She flinched slightly as she spoke.
Jake’s face fell, but he nodded and came to sit next to me. I immediately snatched the little man out of his hands and laughed as he gasped and snatched it back, smiling and rolling his eyes at me. He was a cute kid, with blond hair and grey eyes with brown flecks in them. He was my big brother, and as big brothers went, he was the best. He always looked after me at home and at school, made sure no one picked on me. The only one allowed to pick on me, as far as he was concerned, was him, and to a lesser extent his best friend Liam, who happened to live next door.

“So, Ambs, you need help with your homework?” he asked, nudging his shoulder into mine. Jake was ten, and was two years older than me, so he always helped with my school work
“Nope. I didn’t get any.” I smiled, swinging my legs as they dangled off of the counter.
“OK, kids, go set the table for me. You know how. Exactly right, OK?” Mom asked, sprinkling cheese on the pasta and putting it into the oven. Jake and I jumped down from the counter and grabbed the stuff, heading to the dining room.
My dad was very particular about everything, if everything wasn’t exactly right, he got angry and no one ever wanted that. My mom always said that my dad had a stressful job. He always got easily annoyed if we did anything wrong. If you had heard of that saying ‘Children should be seen and not heard’, well, my dad took that to another extreme. Instead, he liked ‘Children shouldn’t be seen or heard’. At five thirty everyday he would come home, we would eat dinner straight away, and then Jake and I would be sent to our bedrooms, where we played quietly until seven thirty when we would have to go to bed.
I hated this time every day. Everything was fine until he came home, and then we all changed. Jake always went quiet and didn’t smile. My mom got this look on her face, like fear or worry, and she would start rushing around plumping up the cushions on the sofa. I always just stood there and silently wished I could hide in my room and never come out.

Jake and I set the table quietly, and then sat down in silence, waiting for the click of the door to signal that he was home. I could feel my stomach fluttering, my hands starting to sweat as I prayed in my head that he’d had a good day and he would be normal tonight.
Sometimes, he would be in a really good mood and would hug and kiss me. Telling me what a special little girl I was, and how much he loved me. That was usually on a Sunday. My mom and Jake would go to hockey practice and I would be left home with my father. Those Sundays were the worst, but I didn’t ever tell anyone about those times, or how he touched me and told me how pretty I was. I hated those days, and wished the weekends would never come. I would much rather it be a school day when we would only see him for dinnertime. I definitely preferred it when he looked at me with the angry eyes, than when he looks at me with the soft eyes. I don’t like that at all, it made me feel uncomfortable, it always made my hands shake. Thankfully though, today was only Monday so I had almost a week before I would have to worry about that again.
A couple of minutes later he walked in. Jake shot me a look that told me to behave and he held my hand under the table. My father had blond hair, the same colour as Jake’s. He had brown eyes, and was always frowning.
“Hello, kids,” he said in his loud deep voice. A shudder tickled down my spine as he spoke. He set his briefcase on the side and took his seat at the head of the table. I tried not to show any reaction to him; actually, I tried not to move at all. It always seemed to be me that got everyone in trouble or that did something wrong. It always seemed to be me that made things worse for everyone. It never used to be like this, I used to be daddy’s little girl, but since he started his job, three years ago, he changed. Our relationship with him changed completely. He still favoured me over Jake, but when he came home from work, it was like he wanted to pretend like Jake and I weren’t there. The way he looked at Jake sometimes was like he was wishing he didn’t exist, it made my stomach hurt to see him look at my brother like that.
“Hello, Dad,” we both replied at the same time. Just then my mom came in carrying the pasta and a plate of garlic bread.

“This looks nice, Margaret,” he said, giving her a smile. We all started eating in silence and I tried not to shift on my seat uncomfortably. “So, how was school, Jake?” he asked my brother.
Jake looked up nervously. “It was good, thank you. I tried out for the ice hockey team and Liam and I were,” he started, but my father nodded, not listening.
“That’s great, son,” he interjected. “What about you, Amber?” he asked, turning his gaze on me.
Oh God! OK, be polite, don’t ramble. “Good, thank you,” I replied quietly.
“Speak up child!” he shouted.
I flinched at his tone, wondering if he was going to hit me, or maybe send me to bed with no dinner. “It was good, thank you,” I repeated a little louder.
He frowned at me and then turned to my mom who was nervously wringing her hands together. “So, Margaret, what have you been doing today?” he asked, eating his food.
“Well, I went to the supermarket and I got that shampoo that you like, and then I did some ironing,” my mom answered quickly. It sounded like a prepared answer, she always did that, had her answers ready so that she wouldn’t say anything inappropriate to make him mad.
I reached out my hand for my drink, but I wasn’t watching properly and knocked it over, spilling the contents over the table. Everyone’s eyes snapped to my father, who jumped up from his chair. “Shit! Amber, you stupid little bitch!” he growled, grabbing the top of my arm and pulling me roughly from the table. Suddenly my back hit the wall, pain shot down my back and I bit my lip to stop from crying. Crying made it worse, he hated crying, he said only weak people cried. I saw him draw back his hand; he was going to hit me. I held my breath waiting for the blow, knowing that there was nothing I could do but take it, the same as always.
My brother jumped from his chair and threw himself at me, wrapping his arms around me tightly, covering me. His was back to our father as he protected me. “Get the hell off of her, Jake! She needs to learn to be more careful!” my father shouted, grabbing hold of Jake by his clothes and throwing him to the floor. He slapped me across the face, sending me to the floor, then he turned to Jake and kicked him in the leg, making him moan. “You don’t ever get in my way again, you little shit!” he shouted at Jake, while he was curled into a ball on the floor.
Silent tears were flowing down my face. I couldn’t stand to see him hurt my brother; he was only trying to protect me. Jake always did that. Whenever I got into trouble, he would provoke my father so that he would take it out on him instead.
My father picked up his plate and drink and stormed into the lounge to finish his food, muttering something about us being ‘the worst kids in the world’ and ‘how the hell did he get stuck with this life’.
I crawled over to my brother and wrapped my arms around him tightly, clinging to him as if my life depended on it. He groaned and pushed himself up to sitting, hugging me back, rubbing his hand across my stinging cheek, hissing through his teeth.
“I’m so sorry, Jake. I’m so sorry,” I mumbled quietly, crying onto his shoulder.
He shook his head. “It’s alright, Ambs. It’s not your fault,” he croaked, giving me a small smile and trying to get to his feet, groaning. I jumped to my feet and helped him up. I could hear movement so I glanced up to see that my mother was frantically clearing the table.
“Take your dinner to your rooms and eat, OK?” she instructed, kissing us both on the cheek. She needed to go to my father and do damage control, he would be in a temper in there from my mistake and she needed to calm him down before anything else happened. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I love you both. Please be quiet, and whatever happens, stay in your rooms,” she ordered, quickly kissing us again and handing us our half eaten dinners, before pushing us towards the back hallway.
We had a nice house, four bedrooms and it was all on one level. My father earned good money so we lived in a nice area, but I would rather the house was smaller so he wouldn’t have to work in his job. Maybe then he would be like the old dad, taking us to the park and buying me toys and candy. Jake came to my room and we ate in silence, sitting on the floor near my bed. He held my hand tightly when we heard my father shouting at my mother from the lounge, something smashed, and I winced. This was entirely my fault.
I started to sob so Jake wrapped his arm around my shoulder, squeezing gently. He always seemed so much older than me; he was so much more mature than I was. “It’s OK. Everything’s OK, Ambs. Don’t worry,” he cooed, stroking my hair. Once I had calmed down, and the shouting had stopped, we played snap cards for a little while.
When we were in the middle of the game, we heard stomping coming up the hallway, Jake stiffened as the footsteps went past my door. They didn’t stop though, thank God. I let out the breath I didn’t realise I was holding and looked at Jake, who smiled a small smile. “I’d better go to my room, it’s after seven,” he said looking at my alarm clock. “Lock your door. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said with a wink. He left the room and I watched him creep across the hall to his room, he turned back to me. “Lock your door, Ambs,” he whispered, waiting there, watching me.
I shut my door and locked it quickly as he told me to. Putting my ear to the wood, I listened to make sure that Jake did the same to his. I ran back over to my bed and threw myself on it, crying silently. I couldn’t stop, I was sobbing and sobbing. I had been stupid tonight and I got my brother hurt again! And probably my mother too, by the sound of the noises from the lounge.
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CLICK ON THE LINK BELOW TO READ PART 2
https://coolstories22.com/the-boy-who-sneak-into-my-room-18-part-2/

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