Any Stories App Novels & Stories

She reached for her phone and sought to look for some nice stories. She was a keen reader, and hence, she had many reading apps. W*****d was her first choice but recently she was occupied by this new app that had caught her attention. Goodnovel. It was amazing. The app had so many great stories. From sexy billionaire's to brawny Wolves... They had it all. It was not these hot characters that had gripped her these days thought. It was another genre she was busy reading. LGBT books. Yep, Ava hated to accept LGBT as a part of the society yet she chose to read on them. And in a course of a month, she read almost nine LGBT stories on Goodnovel. And currently, she started a new one that depicted h

“She invented and sold an app to Apple and now she manages one of the most up-and-coming software companies in the country.” “Wow,” Sheila says, eyes widening. “That’s amazing. What’s the app called? I might have it.” Mr. Jones winks. “If it’s one of those candy smashing games, she does.” The waiter brings our drinks and I sip at my Sprite. “It’s not an app like that. It’s more like an app for apps that helps with the way they process and store data, making them more efficient while taking up less space.” “You lost me.” Mr. Jones shakes his head and laughs.

I kept thinking about how Alexander was treating me. I turned off the lights and laid back on the sofa but I didn’t get any sleep. I picked up my phone, and a push up notification from an APP popped up, it read, “Are you lonely? Are you worried about the money? Are you tortured by insomnia led by great stress? Join us to earn money and relieve your stress.” Karen, my best friend, had recommended the APP the last time she came here. She said it was an APP that helps young people relieve stress. She also mentioned something about relieving carnalities.

With their deaths, the promise was long forgotten and no one ever spoke of it again. Even after listening to the whole story, Camilla still had no idea why the king is telling her all this. The king couldn’t miss the confused and impatient look on her face. “I sincerely apologize for—well I hope Sir Ebron handled you nicely. I didn’t mean to bring you here in such a way, but this must be kept confidential.” What! “Handled me”? What am I, an animal?! She felt slightly annoyed but didn’t voice her thoughts. Besides, a king apologizing to someone lower than him isn’t something you get to see every day.

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

I have submitted my credentials to different company and awaiting their call. But while waiting, I have business I'm planning to start up. I'm glad that I'm not an extravagant spender. I saved money which will help me along the way and also starting my desired business. My rainbow will be colorful again, I'm certain about that. I planned going to pack out all my things from the house before the rent expires. Joba contacted me the other day on social media with a strange F******k account because I also blocked him in return on all social media.

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

From security based app to games app, I have created twenty-five apps so far and all apps were successful in the market. The most hilarious app is the one I created out of boredom for children though I made it useful for parents. It was a complete guide for a kid in the werewolf world. It would be so comical yet nice as I animated the werewolf origin and also it would be like an indirectly teaching app through stories and poems.

I liked watching without being watched. So I opened a new tab. How to view I***a*gram stories without being logged in. The answers were… garbage. I needed an account. So I made one. It was supposed to take two minutes. It took ten. I*******m now wanted everything short of my blood type. “Choose a username,” the screen demanded. I typed notyourbusiness001. Taken. Of course it was. jhateapps. Taken. ceo. ghost. Taken.

I stopped the idea before it formed. "Did you see the app metric lately?" she asked, and I shook my head. She looked at me suspiciously. "You always do, Lavanda." "Tell me what's on it." I avoided her watchful gaze. "We have 12,000 users in one day." She giggled. "People are really buying into your wedding story." "Look here." She pointed at the metric on her phone. "You are the most talked about app on T*****r and F******k."