Bored Stories Novels & Stories

It felt too private, too heavy to talk about while I was still under his roof. Instead, I scrolled through social media for a bit. It was a total wasteland. No sizzling gossip, no events that didn't look fake, just a bunch of boring AI-generated videos of people dancing. I read a few short stories on a blog, but I couldn't focus. I needed to move around a bit.

They only made me ache more. Adrien pov The afternoon blurred by in half hearted conversation. Adrien told me little stories about my supposed stubbornness at work, about how I never liked sharing fries, about how I snored when I fell asleep on the couch. He was careful not to overwhelm me, but every detail felt like a thread tying me closer to him. I wanted to remember it all.

27' The counting went on in her mind 'Now she knew how true it was that boredom was a killer, she had never felt it this deep before'. Her phone began vibrating on the night-stand, lazily picking it up like usual, she checked the caller ID "Ida dear, it's Grandma, I called to check up on you, that naughty boy had to go for a business trip, leaving you all by yourself, I know you are bored right now, aren't you?" "I...I am fine," She lied, she would prefer dying in this boredom, than going to the Reid's mansion, to continue fooling them.

I wondered if this was a result of crying almost throughout last night and for almost the entire day today. As usual, Maria stood in one corner with her hands behind her back, waiting for me to finish eating. “There is nothing I want to say, only that it is good to see you taking advantage of the privileges the boss has given you,” she said. A bitter feeling went through my chest. Privileges? What fucking privileges? But I didn’t want to think or talk about Maximo tonight. I tapped the space beside me on the bed, gesturing for Maria to sit. “I’m bored to death, Maria. Can you tell me a story about anything? It could be real or fake.”

SNOW'S POV If boredom could kill I was pretty sure it would have taken my life by now,I was so damn bored,there was nothing to do here,except see the same old faces and sleep. I was tired of it,the gym was the only place I know I haven't gotten tired of but still there were morons who were always there when I went to exercise…. I was fed up with their acts but I had to endure it. Since the boss told us we had to lay low for a while I had nothing to do.

"Really? And what stories does Mommy tell you?" Brandon tilted his head, thinking. "The Three Bears, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and the Prince and the Frog." He hesitated a little. "Mommy knows lots of stories too, but she only tells me one each night, so she finishes them quickly." Peter grinned. "Is that so? Do you really like listening to stories?" Brandon nodded enthusiastically. "I love it." "Then, how about letting Grandma tell you stories from now on? Sometimes, Mommy gets very tired."

More, and more. End of Book 1

What about you? Me. I'm also bored. What shall we do to overcome this boredom? Amara.😇🥰💗💝 Lol. I don't know. I can't really think of anything right now. Me. Should I come over? Amara.😇🥰💗💝 Yes, that'd be so nice. Me. Send me your address, please. Amara.😇🥰💗💝 Alright. I couldn't help but grin like I just won a contract.

|| December 7th || Bored. I’m so bored. Jonathan doesn’t like me going out too much, he says that the house doesn’t function properly when I’m not there to lord over it. I tried to ask again if I could interview for a simple job that wouldn’t occupy my time, but he was so angry about that, we didn’t talk for days. I don’t want that to happen again, those days were so terrible. But I’m not allowed to go out, and I’m not allowed to have friends over. The last time I did

And, I'll cut it short. Still stay? I still have some of their absurd stories. Even though it's only their daily life, they never get bored writing. You guys don't get bored😭😭😭😭 See you💋💋💋💋.