Novel & Cerita Any Story

And suddenly the story changes. But that's okay. Stories are supposed to change. That's what makes them worth telling. And our story? It was far from over.

"Go_Goodevening mom" "Quit stuttering like a fool", Natasha Grey walked in fully and sat on the bed. Talia quickly climbed out of bed and stood before her, her head down. They didnt share such mom-daughter relationship for Talia to sit in bed whilst Natasha talked. She wasn't there to read her a freaking bedtime story. "You're getting married." Talia's gaze immediately locked in with hers. Her lips agape. "you've got a problem?" her mom arched a brow, Talia's mouth heavy to protest.

The story of the cursed wolf was this. The story of the Alpha was this. The story of the manor was this. The story of the garden was this. The story of the flowers was this. The story of tragedy was this. The story of return was this. The story of rest was this. The story of breath was this. The story of recognition was this. The story of dissolution was this. The story of the reader reading this was this. All stories are this. Appearing as story. All non-stories are this.

Some stories weren’t meant to end. They just waited until after hours to start again.

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

And this was how our story love story ended… for now. ***** [END OF STORY] *****

Quickly, Fleur went to Nizéa 's room , where the girl was resting. — Do you believe that people can write based only on their own experiences? he asked, the moment Fleur entered. - It depends. Why ask? “I was thinking about Françoise Sagan. She wrote a wonderful book when she was seventeen. "You want to prove it can be done a second time?" "I wish I could," he sighed heavily. “The problem is, I don't have a plot. "Why don't you write about your childhood?" For all I know, it sounds fascinating.

What next story do you want? Any suggestions? Mafia, CEO. A sad one or a happy one.

I want to ask. "Anything hehe!" Their faces show that they are excited. "Hmm, do you want an English story?" I asked and they just nodded. "Okay, its title is Prince Ariel." I started talking to her. _ "Is the story okay?" "Is that all? Do you have another story hehe?" Said the boy in the middle. "We still want to listen." One promised. my god, I think I'm going to run out of saliva from what I'm talking about.

-OH MY END! Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”