Character Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I look at the person who spoke. “Mom!” I yelled when I saw my parents and Shayne. “Congratulations, Bavina,” Mom and Dad says, I hug them. “Grandma!” Pauline yells. “Your hair is getting long, Bavina!” Shayne says that made me laugh. We’ve been through a lot, happiness, problems, pains, achievements, rejections, and we ended up to what God wrote for our story. We ended up with each other despite the pains we gave to each other.

"Wow, have you ever been a superhero? Tell me!" Tell the story? I won't! The main characters of the rescue action were Kenan and his friends, so instead of upsetting Adipati by mentioning Kenan's name, I shouldn't mention it. "What a boring story, I won't tell you!" He took a deep breath, then pulled me to sit on the sofa, and embraced me tenderly.

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

He wanted to hear their stories, learn from their experiences, and understand their perspectives on the policies he was advocating. During these meetings, Alex was often humbled by the resilience and courage of the individuals he encountered. From single parents struggling to access affordable childcare to young activists advocating for environmental justice, each story illuminated the complexities of their lives and the systemic barriers they faced. Alex listened intently, taking notes and asking questions, eager to bridge the gap between his policies and the realities of the people he served.

The color drained from his face. His mouth opened slightly, like he was searching for words, but nothing came out. I didn't wait for an answer. Instead, I rolled up my sleeve and held out my arm, showing him the scar on my wrist. "You probably didn't know this, but when you first sent me to the countryside, I fell into depression. "I tried to end my life more than once. "There were so many times I thought I wouldn't make it. "But I pulled through. And I met someone who truly loves me."

"Looping?" She nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration. "The stories. They're starting to repeat. The same kinds of heroes. The same kinds of villains. The same kinds of love stories and tragedies. They have the freedom to choose, but they're just… picking from a familiar menu."

I just couldn’t wrap my head around how an author could enjoy torturing her main character with an army of side characters who lived only to crush her. The last chapter had been the breaking point. The female lead, pregnant and already battered by life, ended up dead. So, the whole story was basically a manual of suffering. A rich girl wasting her life on the wrong man. Her name was Helena Turi. She had everything. Money, comfort, and choices. But she tossed it all aside for Oscar, a gorgeous man who she believed could give her the comfort she’d been missing since childhood, when her parents were always too busy working.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Contact you later. I lay alone on the cold floor, my hair messy, my pajamas dusted. I felt a little helpless, but more than anything, I wanted to get out on my own. I did not want to trouble anyone, let alone let strangers enter my bedroom. So I began to adjust my position calmly: first relax my shoulder and back muscles, tuck my arms to my chest to reduce the space my body took up, then slowly support the floor with my elbows and shift my center of gravity back little by little.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.