Any Stories Novels & Stories

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

**Chapter 2: The Mysterious Garden of Luminara** One story, in particular, had captivated Roberick's imagination. It was the tale of the Garden of Luminara, a place rumored to exist in a realm beyond the known. It was said to be a garden of unearthly beauty, where flowers of iridescent hues bloomed, and the night sky shimmered with stars even during the day.

I'll just call him when he have time tomorrow. [ Why don't y- ] [Hey, why don't you share some stories?] [Stories? I'm not really familiar with stories, I also don't read always so I can't] [ I see, then, why don't you tell me some stories about yourself? It's better to listen than those fairy tales. ]

"Fine by me, so what is your name?" "I am Nora. Ehm sorry to ask, why are you the only one alive? Were you the one who had killed them?" "No, my sister did that to them." Daisy said sadly. "Your sister killed all these fairies? Why?" Nora asked. "A long time ago, in the once great kingdom of Uprigralon lived two sister who ruled the kingdom, they were the only fairies dancers in the entire kingdom. They welcomed all types of fairies, Brownies, Pixies, Leprechauns, Elves, Kobolds and every kinds all lived in this wonderful kingdom.

“If you go through these manuscripts, you will see how similar most of the magic arts are. Doxante magic is unique, made form scratch and it is not a copy of any mediocre magic.” “Wow.” She was shocked and her eyes widened as she flipped through the files. “Yes and that is what makes the Doxante magic honorary. “ “I will continue the legacy, trust me.” “You better do, every body is counting on you to make things better and you are the first female Doxante too, so the pressure is high.” “Are the other Doxante’s still alive?” “Which ones? I only met the one before m and I guess he is somewhere in a southern state, trying to make a good life.”

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

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I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

It's more enjoyable without a condom. Me. Bel?? What do you mean?? Ah!! Y'all have started having sex?? My mother would kill me!! Bel. Abegg! What's there? Lol. You haven't had sex before?? Let's talk about this later. Jeff is here and we are busy. Hmmm, I thought Jeff didn't like hear. I even overheard their discussion that day at the library. I hope it's not what I am thinking sha. My ringtone distracted me from my thoughts. I checked and saw that Ade was calling.

I've been single for what feels like forever. Months? Years? Time blurs when you're this starved for touch, for connection, for anything that makes your body feel alive. My step daddy's downstairs with his best friend, the two of them hunched over the console, controllers in hand, laughing at some dumb game. Their voices rumble through the floorboards, a constant reminder that life goes on without me.