Novel & Cerita A Story Within A Story

“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.

It was apparent that he had awoken a sleeping dog. Karma they say ‘never misses it’s target’ and at this point, all we can do is concur to that fact. It was clear that there were so many skeletons inside his cupboard. Everything that has been hidden was about to come to full blown light. All we can do is keep our fingers crossed and see how things play out. To be continued...

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

Here goes nothing. "Remember my story? the one I'm currently writing?" I began, he nodded but kept silent, urging me to go on. "Well last night I dreamed about... me being inside my story." I paused for a moment as our pancakes were served. "It felt surreal Xander, I mean meeting my own characters… how cool is that?" He looked at me and sighed, "Kaia, you're too focused on your story I mean, even in your sleep? that's too much."

The complex is modern and high tech as well. It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining and the warmth from the sum warms my chilled skin. Summer is my favorite season, keeps me energized. I knocked on the door of apartment 6. Dogs barking, Ruby must have dogs. Dez has been quite secretive about her, this of course has my interest peaked. I wouldn’t be surprised by a shift in his loyalty, after all ones mate is something to be cherished. I want my son happy, not my prisoner. Makers usually turn someone in hopes of eternal loyalty and servitude.

Whenever a character sends or replies to a message via mobile devices, this is normally used. (" ") : Well known to be inverted commas, this is used to depict speech or words said by the character. You will also notice, that there are some chapters with names. For example; Asteria- The Evil Within May Anderson These are sub-stories that flow with the same storyline as the main book. You may choose to read them or ignore them (it is advised to read them because some sub-stories share more light on the characters and/or the main story.). They may have a different genre.

He looked at the child in the corner — absorbed, the graphic novel's world more present than the library's, the attending given to the story within the story. He thought about all the stories within the story. He thought about the chain and the web and all the rooms within the rooms — the east bedroom and the weight-bearing room and the honest room and the reading room and the library and the Farrow house and the community centre and the apartment and Catherine's apartment and the practice and the life. All of it rooms within rooms. All of it is given and received at different scales and in different materials. He thought: this is the architecture.

Forty-seven stories of glass and the man at the top of it and the ledger hidden inside its walls and everything that happens in the next hour determining what the rest of their lives look like. "Yes," she says. They went in and that was all.

pieces —the lonely shoreline and the fractured sphere—he went still. “These two,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “They don’t fit the initial brief.” Here it was. The moment of truth. I kept my gaze steady. “No. They don’t. The brief was for a story of control. But the most powerful stories often have a counter- narrative. A hint of something... else. It creates depth. Intrigue. Without it, the space risks feeling like a corporate lobby.” He was silent for a long time, just looking at the image of the lone figure on the shore. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. I could hear the faint hum of the city below us.