21 Story Novels & Stories

He never turned his back no matter what kind of situation he was in; he always cared and treated us well. When I turned 21, a student shifted in our neighborhood. He was young and attractive, and mom used to tell me about him everyday. He became famous soon in our area, he was such a gentleman he tried to help everyone like he knew them already and was close to them. Even sometimes he helped mom and got all her attention.

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"Sounds like your mother and my mother could be best friends." I squint my eyes deviously, remembering the many risqué stories about Max. "Yeah, I'm sure you'd just use your mom to get into my mom's pants or something." I twist my lips in knowing. My favorite story about Max was how he pulled off sleeping with twins on the same night, thinking they were the same girl and neither of them knew about it. His jaw parts in a sexy way as he wipes the counter leisurely, his shoulder muscles flexing from the movement.

The novel has 52 chapters including the prologue and epilogue. I closed my laptop before I walk out of my room, I look at Janine and Shia who are eating their chips while they are watching. “Oh, hi!” Janine greeted me when she noticed me. “You didn’t tell me that you’re going here,” I say, I sit beside her. “Is it required?” she asks, I laugh, “I’m watching with my friend, I don’t want to talk to anyone,” she added before she look at the TV again. Shia looked at Janine.

The plates touched the sink just as Julian laid down his glass with soft thud. "I'm sure I asked a question?" His eyes locked in with her figure, she felt the sting from it and the monster in him awakened. The Sandersons lived in a huge mansion. Huge enough that each compartment seemed like a little mansion of its own... With a large living room, kitchen, bedroom, closet, bathroom, even a little storage area. And right in their own compartment, her back crashed hard against the dining table. Screaming meant death. She bit back the pain. Hot tears filled her eyes.

Now I can turn around to see Vaughn walking from behind me. He was still carrying the wheelbarrow that has soil. He stopped a few feet away that I had to squint my eyes just to see his face. As usual, it’s still blank. I heard him scoff before looking up and down. “Prince Jayden and his soldiers wouldn’t be here for another two days. I can only come by the dark,” that was all he said, then there was silence. I only let out a small ‘ok’ because I don’t know how to respond to that. He clicked his tongue before leaving wordlessly.

Was it really an accident or something else? Misti's parents fell in love with each other when they first met in the past and they had a fairytale-like love story. Misti is fascinated by the love story of her parents and she wants the same for her life but she does not know that everyone's life is not the same and her love story will be a lot different than her parents'. But she did not know that her parents had faced a very challenging situation in the past but they overcame it with their love and faith in each other.

Dylan Thomson's first love, Jocelyn Wilkes, had returned from Northia. That day, he poured me a cup of water with sweet clover added to it and handed it to me. "The silver venom has penetrated her bones. She only has 21 days left and wants to spend her last days of life with me." He spoke very calmly, as if he were talking about the weather that day. There was no trace of emotion in his voice at all. I frowned. "At a time like this, she should be looking for the pack's elders, shouldn't she? Why is she looking for you?"

All of a sudden, I had an epiphany—these people were turning a blind eye to the evidence I showed because they wanted to suck up to Horace. I turned to look at him, before asking again, "Do you think that my admission should be retracted, too?" Horace's gaze flickered between me and the medical report, before it settled on Vivian. "Do you want to go to Paris?" Vivian nodded lightly. "That's my dream, Horace." "Alright." Their voices were low, and none of the surrounding onlookers heard it within all the ruckus, but I did. And my heart sank.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.