Bored Stories Novels & Stories

Just Jasper. “You wanted to kiss me.” I roll my eyes, desperate to lighten the tension. “Don’t make me say it again. Your ego is already unbearable.” The corner of his mouth lifts. But it disappears almost instantly. “You’re right about one thing.” “What?” “I get bored.” I stiffen. Jasper notices. “Usually very quickly.” “That’s reassuring.” “I’m not finished.” His gaze holds mine. “I get bored because people are predictable. They want something from me. Power. Status. A story to tell their friends the next morning.” I don’t say anything.

He gestured toward the narrow aisle between fiction and children’s books. “Storage wasted on that back room. And don’t get me started on the courtyard out back. Prime square footage doing nothing but growing weeds.” Before she could fire back, the kids started filing in for storytime, backpacks thumping as they dropped onto the colorful rug. Elena shot him a warning look and moved to the front. She picked up *The Adventures of Benny the Bookworm*, her voice shifting into the warm, animated tone she used for the little ones.

CHAPTER 1 Every day was the same for Alex. He'd wake up and lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to put it off for as long as possible. But eventually, he'd sigh to himself and get up, knowing that he simply couldn't put it off any longer. It was a boring job, but he told himself that it was a means to an end. He kept looking to the future - which really wasn’t that far away if he was being honest - and telling himself that it would all be worth it. One day.

She rattled on about how she loves to read books especially love stories and how happy she’s to get a new friend who happens to share the same hobby with her. I don’t fancy love stories because I can easily predict what’s gonna happen next like who wouldn’t? Besides, it’s kind of boring to read the same plot repeatedly; boy meeting the girl, girl meeting the boy, starting from simple infatuation to attraction, then one of’em will confess, and BAM! They start dating and blah blah blah. It’s predictable. I’d rather read genres like adventure, action, crime, thriller, fantasy, etc., where things’re not much predictable plus you’ve to use your brain. At least you can learn something new. “Here w

It's a vintage sofa. Bernard shook off the dust and motioned for her to sit, which she did immediately. Bernard then took a seat next to her. "When my parents died in an accident, we lost everything. Someone that Papa trusted so much took everything that was supposed to be mine. I was too young back then, so I didn't do anything. He took everything from me and left nothing but this mansion. He said that he does not want an old-fashioned mansion," Bernard says, his fists clenched. Monette could sense his rage. "I'll never forget how he chased me away from the hacienda I was supposed to own; some of our workers planned to help me, but he threatened their lives so they couldn't help me." Monett

Milla’s past would always be a question in his mind. Bibik Ina’s dementia allowed her only to retain memories of a fourteen-year-old Milla. After three years, Hart could only tell himself that she had been reborn, putting down his desire to find out how she had died. Perhaps it was like the police had said, just a robbery. Now that he had decided to move on with Myra, there was nothing more he could do but just cherish the present and future. He promptly released his mouth from hers, followed by his hands.

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

Brownies. I haven’t seen any of them. And here were four. Gods, they were so cute. Reaching my knees in their high. Brownies were a bit chubby, with small button noses and warm brown eyes. Two bearded males and two females. Looking in human’s 40’. They were more like spirits of the house, not quite living creatures. Their magic was strong and let them properly do their purpose. “My lady.” one of the females gasped, seeing me. And the rest followed and bowed before vanishing.

I’ve been sleeping tоо muсh to hаvе another nap. I thіnk again about rеаdіng a book or watching TV. I remember whаt mу mum uѕеd tо say when I wаѕ bоrеd аѕ a kіd. Do ѕоmеthіng. Wrіtе ѕоmеthіng. Go оutѕіdе.

Jason's POV I flip through books, magazines, anything I can find in the room. I even read the newspaper a couple times, it was boring. Finally, I decide to watch Tv. "I'm bored," I whine out loud. I switch the channel after a few seconds, then again, then again. There is nothing interesting. "I'm bored," I repeat again, a little louder than before. Hey! That sounded like a melody! I smirk and tap a beat on my chest, "I'm bored, I'm bored. Yeah, I'm bored."