Boring Novels & Stories

Millie POV. As the weeks passed by I had brought Brian's meals again and again. And each time I would, he would wanna talk to me like as if he was dying for some human companionship. I wouldn't blame him, it must be incredibly lonely here in an asylum with no friends, no one to really talk to. I had to admit at most times I enjoyed our little chats but I still didn't feel safe with him at all. I was instructed that every day for one hour I would be alone with Brian and chat and try to get inside his mind sort of speak. I told the doctor that I was not a cop or an FBI agent and refused to to do this but was ordered to. I felt that I had no choice so day after day I would have to sit there an

“I agree with your no-sex rule. At least for a while, not just tonight. I would just really like the chance to get to know you more.” “I am rather boring.” She said with a shoulder shrug. She didn’t think there was all that much to her to learn or even anything that might be all that desirable. “I like boring.” He replied with a chuckle. “I have enough excitement in my day. Boring is very much underrated in my book. I think I could use more boring in my life.”

The kind that does not go away just because you ignore it. My life is becoming more like a documentary,i flinch boring and hectic

Because boring is better than dead. At least, it used to be.

I want a mate who looks at me the way those women look at their mates. The next morning, we're driving to another pack that has reportedly bought pups. It's near Topeka, Kansas. Everyone is pretty quiet on the bus, even Martina, who has the ability to make all the men blush like teenagers. Everyone still looks tired, so I'm sure they had a restless night, just like I did after what we did to the Blood Fangs. Torturing even the worst person can weigh on your mind if you're good on the inside.

I jog on the spot for 20 minutes; that's the longest my legs could carry. Done in 20 minutes. Shower. Breakfast. Weltering reading books about science and surfing the internet. Then I went around the house, checking out Dad's auto parts and faulty items that looked fixable. Listening to music. More weltering. Zoning out of Morris' boring gist. Hide and cry. Sleep. Wake up. Cry some more. Talk to me. An excellent definition of a boring habitual life. I've got no friends, never kept any, and never saw a reason to have one.

Since Riley was doing well in school, she had no problem with taking the day off. She hadn't been sleeping well. She felt tired and paranoid when she should have felt energized and excited. The last two nights, she even felt like there was someone watching her from a distance. She would look outside , peaking from behind her blinds, but couldn't tell where they were hiding. She would toss and turn all night dreaming of nothing but an endless void. Even Ava didn't want to come out and talk. Was there something wrong with her wolf? This was not what she pictured.

I dragged a hand over my face, sighing. Boredom. That’s what it was. Heavy, dull boredom mixed with exhaustion, pressing down on me until I couldn’t tell if I wanted to sleep or scream. I scrolled through my phone for a while, flicking between apps without caring about any of them. A few people had sent me DMs from my livestream earlier, comments about my last post, offers I wasn’t in the mood to answer. I scrolled past all of it. Nothing stuck. Nothing mattered.

I smiled bitterly at myself. Sometimes I wonder if deserve to live? Is life really worth living? I mummer to myself. I didn't realize someone heard me just now. Why do you think your life is meanless; a voice from behind. I THINK YOU SHOULD VALUE YOURSELF MORE. For what is worth your life isn't worthless, you are not a loser, or what those bastards are spatting about. I THINK YOU ARE KIND, SMART, BEAUTIFUL, AND RADIANT, the boy said. WHO ARE YOU? Amy asked him. My name is Riley Williams, you seat behind me in 2nd period with Mr. Logan in English 2 Ap. Oh am sorry, I really don't know anyone in our class, Amy said honestly. That's okay Riley smiled. Am Amy Sinclaire nice to meet you, Riley?