Brightside Stories Novels & Stories

Things in spite of everything ended up going well, I don’t know what much to wait for in the future, but it looks like a very brilliant one. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story ‘The Businesswoman”

I only felt a dense, throbbing pain spreading from my chest outward. Everything in front of me became blurry, and I suddenly lost consciousness. When I woke up again, bright lights were blinding me, and the air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant. "Hailey, you're awake." My best friend, Jane, was beside me, helping me sit up. "How do you feel?" I sensed a moment of hesitation in Jane's voice. "What happened to me?"

Ash sighs and then smiles gently at me. "I think same about Alexander before that night Ash I know it's difficult I can understand your situation, you know a nerd guy's like us never even dream about date some famous student, but I tell you one truth Bree listen carefully we all are just a Highschool students nothing more nothing less after 10 years many nerds like us become a billionaire and millionaire and many famous students like them earn 1000$ per month or they will work under the nerd students like us" "Why are you telling me all those shit Ash and we are not a character's of some fictional Stories it's a real-life" I gare for him he is talking nonsense.

Brie stood completely naked in the middle of the living room. The large pink nipples stood stiff and dark with arousal. Her shaved pussy looked wet already. The pink lips glistened. The sight of her stepmom like this made something twist deep inside Vivian. Seeing that Brie wasn't a threat, Bruno slid back into Vivian. His thick cock stretched her pussy tight. Brie closed the distance between them and kissed Vivian. Hard and deep. Her tongue pushed into Vivian's mouth right away. The kiss felt desperate. Hungry. Their tongues tangled together in a wet messy dance.

The storm outside raged against the windows of our Washington apartment, a furious contrast to the unnerving stillness inside. It was a silence so heavy it could suffocate. I sat on the couch, my knees pulled to my chest, the glow from my phone flickering with notifications I couldn’t bring myself to ignore. Headlines screamed at me from every direction each one more harrowing than the last. Bright Industries Heir Ethan Bright Engaged! Mystery Fiancée Steals the Spotlight at 50th Anniversary Gala!

More opinions dressed as concern. “Is Julian Vale risking it all for love?” “Ethan Rhodes: Queer Icon or Career Suicide?” “The men behind Glass Mercy—are they more than collaborators?” People always think they’re owed access when your life brushes against their screens. Across from me, Briar looked exhausted. She always did when she had to deliver news that tasted like warning. “They’re talking about pulling some of the European premieres,” she said, smoothing her already perfect blazer. “The French distributor’s nervous.”

She frowned. "My what?" "You know, their medical technology is so advanced that they can fix... stuff up there." She pointed towards the brain. "Like brain surgery to cure mental illness?" Ellis gasped. This was straight out of a dystopian novel. "Oh god, it's not like lobotomy or shock therapy. It actually works. You'll see." How very enlightening.

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The two boys froze while looking into each other’s eyes — the world around them was blurred and all that they could see was only themselves. Could the both of them feel the same emotion? Travis smiled like a little girl and David stood right there with his heart skipping a beat. “Everyone has a story to tell, and the truth is, I am afraid to tell you mine. In this world embraced by darkness, allow me to tell you mine — allow me to become your brightest shadow.”

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.