Boring Novels & Stories

Riley just couldn't believe how fast their love story was evolving. "Do you think we will ever get bored of each other?" "Goddess, I hope not," Eli yelled back from the bedroom. "What makes you ask a silly question like that?" "Just our story, it's been such a whirlwind. I feel like maybe this has to end at some point."

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?

If some of y'all can't do that,then it's fine too. Y'all are already doing enough by reading. Stay wicked Busola❤️

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

THE SUN streamed through the window, casting a spotlight on Doris' desk, but she barely noticed. Her eyes were glazed over, her mind far away from the magazine at hand. She had been staring at the same page of the fashion magazine for what felt like an eternity, and her brain was starting to feel numb. The pictures and words on the page seemed to swim before her eyes, blurring into a sea of meaningless rubbish. Doris was in the throes of the most deadly foe an idle person can face: boredom.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

Book 2 Steam & Sin Jordan Pov The air in the private Elysium sauna was thick, heavy, and scorching. Steam rolled around me like a living thing as I sat on the top wooden bench, my towel barely draped over my lap. Sweat poured down my muscular chest, abs, and thighs. My heart was already racing, and it wasn’t just from the heat.

I read through more investment opportunities Marcus had sent. "We're boring," Alex said after a while. "What?" "We're engaged, sitting on the couch on a Saturday night, working. We're bored." "We're comfortable. That's different." "Is it better or worse than exciting?" "Better. Exciting is exhausting. This is sustainable." I closed my laptop. "Why? Do you want to be excited?" "No. I just wanted to make sure you didn't." He set his laptop aside. "Because this is what our life looks like. Work and dinners and family obligations and couch time. If that's not enough—"

Alex presses the button. Hummmmm. The vibrator turns on. Low. Steady. Boring. It’s pleasant, sure. It feels nice. But it never changes. It’s a flat line of mild stimulation. "This is your life after surrender," Echo narrates, his voice devoid of inflection. "Comfortable. Safe. Rich. But empty. There is no challenge. No growth. The fire goes out." I lie there, trying to feel aroused, but I just feel... bored. My mind starts to wander. I’m waiting for a peak that isn't coming.