D Chronicles Tales

You think you know the story. You don't. Stories of betrayal, family, love, power & hidden truths. New tales, one thread at a time.

[D Chronicles Tales @DChronicleTales]

My Husband Introduced His "Business Partner" At Dinner. I Knew Her From Somewhere He Never Expected.

Ten minutes after I excused myself to the bathroom, I unfollowed her.

I'd looked her up under the table before the appetizers even arrived, Sasha, that's all he'd said, "my new business partner, small world, we met at a supply chain conference of all places", and something about her face had snagged on a memory I couldn't place yet.

I found her on Instagram in about four seconds. I hit unfollow before I even knew why, some animal instinct ahead of my own understanding, then went back to the table and smiled through the rest of dinner like nothing had happened.

My husband texted me from across the table, not two feet away, ten minutes later: you ok? you seem off. He'd noticed before I'd said a single word.

I told him I was fine. Just tired. We drove home in a silence I filled with pretending to sleep...

[Mrs Ril🥀💍 @MrsRilzk]

Mum: “Your sister is coming to stay with us.”

Me: “Okay… for how long?”

Mum: “Until she has the baby and gets herself back on her feet.”

Me: “Wait. What?”

Mum: “She needs somewhere safe to stay.”

Me: “Mum, did you already agree to this with her?”

Mum: “Yes.”

Me: “Without asking me?”

Mum: “Why would we need to ask you? We live here.”

Me: “You live in the in-law suite, Mum. In my house.”

Mum: “And we pay you $600 every month.”

Me: “Yes. $600. And that $600 covers all the utilities, internet, and even the streaming services. You’re paying rent to help with the mortgage, not buying the house.”

Mum: “Don’t talk to me like I’m some stranger renting a room from you.”

Me: “I’m not! I’m reminding you because you’re acting like you can decide who moves into my property without asking me.”

Dad: “Okay, everyone calm down.”

[Ella @EllasArchive1]

HR: “What are your strongest skills?”

Candidate: “Everything.”

The HR manager laughed.

He didn’t.

Candidate: “I’m excellent at Excel, coding, graphic design, public speaking, negotiation, project management, video editing, and cybersecurity.”

HR: “All of them?”

Candidate: “I’m also fluent in six languages.”

HR: “Which ones?”

He listed six.

Then she asked:

HR: “What’s your weakness?”

He smiled confidently.

Candidate: “I’m too talented for ordinary positions.”

The panel exchanged looks.

His CV was incredible.

Five years of experience.

Seven certifications.

Three leadership awards.

And a portfolio that looked like it belonged to an entire department.

They hired him.

On his first day, HR gave him a simple task.

“Please create this Excel report.”

He stared at the screen.

Candidate: “Do you have Excel on this computer?”

HR slowly looked up.

“You said you were an Excel expert.”

Candidate: “I am.”

HR: “Then why are you asking?”

Candidate: “I’ve mostly watched tutorials.”

[James Malsawm @JamesMalsawm]

Not in One day, but someday It'll happen.

[LACEY @Lacey_xenon]

You said you were moving out Friday.”

Tenant: “Yes. Why?”

Landlord: “I have someone coming to view the apartment tomorrow.”

Tenant: “Tomorrow? I'm still living here.”

Landlord: “It'll only take ten minutes.”

Tenant: “Then give me proper notice.”

Landlord: “You're making this complicated.”

Tenant: “I'm not. I just don't want strangers walking into my apartment while I'm at work.”

Landlord: “I'll come at 6 PM.”

Tenant: “Fine. I'll be home.”

The next evening, the landlord arrived with a couple.

Landlord: “They're just going to have a quick look.”

Tenant: “That's fine. Stay with them.”

Landlord: “I don't need permission to show my property.”

Tenant: “You do while it's occupied.”

[Lissa♥️♥️ @lizzkelly7]

I asked him to check his records again.
He did.
Then he called me back.
‘Someone has been collecting deposits for my empty apartment.’
I asked, ‘Who?’
He said,
‘That's what I'm trying to figure out.’
Then he sent me a screenshot.
It was a copy of the rental advertisement I had responded to.

[UYI @miz_uyik]

My neighbor asked if he could borrow my brand-new ride-on lawnmower while his was at the shop getting repaired.

I was hesitant because it cost me nearly $3,500, but we’d been living on the same street for three years without any issues.

I agreed, telling him he could keep it for the weekend, but asked him to bring it back by Sunday evening because I had to trim my own lawn before heading out on a business trip.

Sunday came and went. No mower, no phone call, no text message.

I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so I figured he just forgot and was planning to drop it off after work on Monday.

[𝓑𝓔𝓐𝓤𝓣𝓨 ♠️ @dont_luv23]

Boss sends me a teams message

Boss: in our sit down yesterday your tone was very unprofessional.

Me: are you sure you we had a meeting yesterday?

Boss: yes you dont remember the director and myself came and spoke to you about your excessive tardiness.

Me: we didn't speak at all yesterday.

Phone rings.

Boss: im not playing any games here this isn't funny. I need you to take this serious

Me: again we didnt have a meeting yesterday, I called out.

Boss: oh my bad khris

[KAHALA @KAHALA123Y]

To the person who hasn't stopped farting on flight AA 663 to Hawaii, please for the love of God give us a break for the next hour and a half, we're dying

5 hours in a dutch over and the smell is slowly seeping into my pores

[Aishat💞🌷 @aisha47864]

Good morning guys 😭😭😭😭😭😭
I’m on a quest on something productive however my account has grown weak and weary.

My currency box consists of nothing but echoes, can you perhaps allocate me some funds ?😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔

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UBA
Oseni Aishat Ayomide

[Lissa♥️♥️ @lizzkelly7]

I thought my landlord was trying to steal my deposit.
I had moved out three weeks earlier and left the apartment spotless.
He called me and said, ‘You still owe me $1,800.’
I laughed because I had already paid everything.
Then he sent me a screenshot of his records.
There was no payment from me.
I checked my bank.
The money had definitely left my account.
Then I noticed the payment description.
It said:
‘Security deposit — Apartment 4B.’
I had never lived in Apartment 4B...

[BLESSED❤️ @makanjuolaangel]

Not my church members coming over to say hi and seeing plenty bottles of Squadron, Jameson and all sorts of drinks in my house.

They’ll be looking at me like, “So this is what she has been doing?”

Meanwhile, they don’t know they’re all just groundnut bottles.

Person go explain tire. 😭

[Sophia ❣️ @KeruboSk]

I thought my landlord was about to evict me.
The problem was that I had paid my rent on time.
Every month.
For almost two years.
Then one Friday afternoon, he called me.
“Why haven’t you paid this month’s rent?”
I said, “I paid it three days ago.”
“No, you didn’t.”
I opened my banking app.
The money was gone.
I sent him the transaction receipt.
He replied:
“That payment didn’t come to me.”
I called the bank.
They confirmed the transfer had gone through.
But the account number wasn’t my landlord’s.
Someone had given me the wrong payment details.
I immediately panicked.
I asked my landlord who had sent me the account number.
He said,

[Will BrownKingSage👑 @Brownkingsage1]

Just a friendly reminder🌿

Never settle for a life that goes against your passion.

No matter what happens, always choose to be yourself. At the end of the day, you have to live with you.

Do what makes your soul feel happy, fulfilled, and at peace.

Happy Thursday and have an amazing day

[Gold🤍🌚 @GOLDBABYO]

My bank froze my debit card after telling me I had made three purchases at a store I’d never visited.

I called customer service and the woman said, “Our system shows the transactions were made with your card.”

I checked the dates.

I had been at work every single time.

She pulled up the purchase locations and read them to me.

“Same store. Same terminal. Three different days.”

[TEAGAN @DonMike_X]

Nuno Gallego and Agustín Della Corte had more sexual tension than most queer couples Netflix has actually marketed as “romantic.” And I’m not taking it back.

The funny part is that gay viewers noticed it immediately. Every look, every awkward pause, every scene they shared had people reading between the lines and honestly, sometimes the chemistry was doing more work than the writing.

But here’s where I’ll get controversial: gay audiences have become so starved for decent male-male chemistry that we celebrate the bare minimum.

Give two attractive men tension, a few intimate moments and an emotionally complicated dynamic, and suddenly we’re calling it elite queer representation.

Nuno and Agustín deserved a storyline that matched the chemistry everyone could see.

Because chemistry gets you to the screen. Good queer writing makes you stay.

[GODWIN @goddyemma001]

She started CPR to save him… then froze when she realized the nurse was the one who needed help.

[Nancy_Priceless @NancyAigbebhalu]

It is very wrong to leave the toilet immediately after flushing without checking to see if it was completely flushed or if there are still particles of poo hanging around.

[Mrs Ril🥀💍 @MrsRilzk]

My Husband Got $500 Back Twice… And Nobody Noticed

My husband once woke up and noticed something strange on his account.

Someone had fraudulently charged him $500.

He immediately tried contacting PlayStation Support, but they told him it could take hours before someone was available.

Instead of waiting, he called his bank.

My Husband: “There’s a fraudulent $500 charge on my account. I didn’t authorize it.”

The bank investigated the transaction and refunded the money.

Problem solved… or so he thought.

A few days later, my husband finally got through to PlayStation Support because he still needed help with a few other things on his account.

Then the support agent brought up the same $500 charge.

PlayStation: “We can issue a refund for the $500. We just need you to give us this code.”

My Husband: “There’s no need. My bank already refunded me.”

[D Chronicles Tales @DChronicleTales]

I thought about the photo. The joke. Iconic. Forty seconds of somebody's Tuesday.

And then I thought about myself at eleven, at a pool party, laughing with my cousins about Dad's "weird hair thing," never once asking why a grown man was so careful about a part in his hair that he checked it in every reflective surface he passed. I'd made the same joke Mara made. I'd just made it to his face, and he'd laughed along, because that's what he did with the joke instead of the truth.

I hadn't unfollowed Mara because she mocked him. I'd unfollowed her because for one horrible second the reel looked exactly like something I would've posted myself, ten years ago, before I knew better, and I still hadn't known better long enough to ever tell her why it wasn't funny. I'd just gone quiet on her, the way he'd gone quiet on all of us.

Sal pressed the comb into my hand before he walked off toward his own gate, like he'd been carrying it for six years waiting for the right stranger to hand it to.

They called my flight. I sat there with a dead man's comb in my lap and my cousin muted on a phone I hadn't unlocked, and I finally understood, my father hadn't been hiding a haircut. He'd been hiding a childhood. And I'd just done the exact same thing to Mara that everyone on that bus had done to him: decided the joke wasn't worth an explanation.

[D Chronicles Tales @DChronicleTales]

A Stranger At The Airport Called Me By My Childhood Name. I Hadn't Heard It In 20 Years.

Ten minutes before a man in Gate C14 called me "Bunny," I unfollowed my cousin Mara.

It wasn't a big thing. She'd posted a reel, some trending audio, a slideshow of "dad haircuts making a comeback," and there, three slides in, was a photo of my father. Side part. Comb pulled low over the left temple. She'd tagged it iconic with a laughing emoji. She wasn't being cruel. Mara makes forty of these a week; half our family is in them somewhere. She probably forgot whose dad that was for a second, or didn't think it mattered anymore. He's been gone six years. To her it was just a funny old photo.
To me it took five seconds to unfollow, mute her stories, and put my phone face-down on the tray table.

I didn't even think about it. That's the part I'd come back to later, how fast my thumb moved, like it had been waiting for a reason.

I was still holding that same phone, screen dark, when the man stopped in front of me at the gate. Older, maybe seventy, a battered leather bag over one shoulder.

[D Chronicles Tales @DChronicleTales]

"Bunny?" he said, like a question he already knew the answer to.
Nobody had called me that since the funeral. My father used to say it when I was small enough to sit on the barbershop counter while he got his hair cut every third Saturday, don't move, Bunny, Sal's got a straight razor, and it died with him, or so I'd thought.

"I'm Sal," the man said, like that explained the bag, the airport, any of it. "I cut your dad's hair for thirty-one years."

I didn't invite him to sit. He sat anyway, the way old men do when they've decided a conversation is owed to them. He unzipped the bag and took out a folded cloth, and inside it, a comb, bone-handled, yellowed, a few teeth missing near the end.
"He asked me to keep it. Didn't say why." Sal turned it over in his hands. "I found out at the funeral.

Your aunt let it slip. Scar behind his ear, surgery when he was nine. Kids used to grab at it on the bus, called him names I won't repeat to his daughter. He wore that part low his whole life to cover it. Not vanity. Just didn't want anyone asking."