Novel & Cerita Bored Stories

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

Back then, I told myself they were just like family, so there was no need to get jealous. However, all those little signs I had ignored played back in my head, over and over. When she came back, we launched our design studio. I landed a whale of a client, a deal that put us on the map overnight. On the night of our big bash, I had one too many and wanted her to pick me up. I called over and over, but got nothing. Finally, a coworker ended up driving me home. The morning after, she came to me with puffy, red eyes, spilling the story of how Yoel was heartbroken, how he had drowned his sorrows in booze at the bar, and how she had stayed with him through the night.

SLOANE Boredom is a type of punishment, the type that Chase has mastered. I was at home but it felt like I was alone. I had memorized the paint on the wall and counted every stripe of the rug. I had opened every drawer, sniffed every perfume and shirt. But nothing changed. I was tired, I had walked around over and over again. Walking from corner to corner. He said I should stay here, I am doing that, I am trying to do that.

Then my company cut my schedule down to three days a week, leaving me with even more free time than any human being should legally be allowed to have. At first, it wasn't so bad. Then the boredom set in. And boredom is dangerous when you're trapped inside your house with unlimited internet access and a constantly overactive sex drive. My wife and I have had just about every kind of sex she's comfortable having. We've exhausted our usual routines. Burned through every favorite position. Revisited every reliable fantasy. And now? I'm bored out of my fucking mind. Bored and horny. Which, as it turns out, is one of the worst combinations known to man.

But werewolves were obsessed with moon and moon goddess! “Excuse me?” one woman snapped. “Are you crazy?” “This is the greatest love story alive!” another protested. I tilted my head and answered her. “No matter how great a story is,” I said coolly, “it gets tiring when it’s the same thing over and over again.” A few gasps. “I would rather read something original.” I sniffed lightly, my gaze drifting back to the illustrations. “Your artist has talent, but it’s being wasted on poor folklore.”

Alethea asked, walking toward the shelf where she had placed Shareeza's books earlier. "I want a new story. I'm bored of these," Shareeza whined, her tone playful yet insistent. Alethea frowned. She wasn't a fairy tale reader, nor did she have a story ready to tell. Back in school, she often spent her time in the library—not because she loved reading, but because it was a way to avoid the teasing from classmates when she couldn't afford snacks from the cafeteria. But then she remembered a movie she had once watched—one she thought could work as a bedtime story.

Sadie wasn’t even pretending to watch and Brook just sat quietly like he always did but Jay could tell he wasn’t enjoying it either. “That’s it” Jay said as he put off the tv. “Too boring for a Friday night…we…are going to play a game” “What game? it’s late” Sadie replied. “Truth or dare” Jay said with a smirk on his face. “Come on Jay, we’re not high schoolers anymore” she replied with an eye roll. Then she noticed. Brook raised an eyebrow like he was interested to see what happens. “Don’t tell me you’re-“ Sadie said to Brooke before Jay cut in…

Like I did everything these days. Gods, I was so. Fucking. Bored. And I missed Declan, like an itch under my skin. Bored. I was bored, and that was all. A group of retirees settled in at a blackjack table nearby, laughing and chattering. They weren’t bored. The dealers and the cocktail waitresses and the security staff and the pit bosses, they all had something to do. They were busy. They weren’t bored. But I had nothing in the world to do but wait to get fucked.

He kept smiling alone,while watching Lisa picking flowers. "Aren't you supposed to be training?,"asked Lisa after a long silence. "Why you ask?,"asked Brian back. "Because tommorow,you are leaving for war,"replied Lisa smiling beautifully. "How do you know about the war?,"asked Brian "The war that is between Grey whites pack and Dark greys pack. Well ,news fly,"said Lisa and smirked. "So when do you train?,"asked Lisa again. "Anytime I want,"said Brian.