Creative Stories Novels & Stories

With financial stability and a strong professional foundation, she turned down the promotion her boss had offered and instead opened her own studio. Over the next two years, the business grew steadily, eventually becoming a solid success. By the end of her four-year residency requirement, Evelyn met all the conditions for immigration and successfully obtained her permanent residency. When she returned home to finalize the paperwork, she took the chance to meet up with her old friends. Years had passed, and time had left its mark on everyone. But the moment they were together again, it felt just like old times. They could talk about anything. Of course, the thing everyone was most curious abo

I looked around and saw that almost everyone were crying. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die so the male character would be hurt and so the men who would read it would know what the word pain means. . . . But Martes was strawberry gold that he rewrote it in our love story. That is why, here I am in front of you without the man who changed the way how I looked at boys, guys and men.” She softly coughs with her old voice and groans saying, “Everyone, it’s late. We should probably go to sleep now.” And we all groans murmuring, “Aawww Grandma, that’s it? That was all?”

She stole my breath away at that moment. She picked up the phone at the other end, her eyes urging me to do the same. “I’m planning on writing a book,” she whispered, still maintaining her friendly face. “Writing a book? Bitch, what the hell do you want?” I yelled, my eyes blazing with fury. What did her writing skills have to do with me? “The book is about failures. Guess who would be on the cover? You,” she said, her lips parting as laughter escaped them. I stared at her with rage, different methods of turning her instincts flickering in my mind.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits (Clarabelle Summers & Dean Westminster) 5. In Bed With The Wrong Brother (Draven Summers & Hélène) 6. Sir, I Think The Chef is Cooking Naked (Maxon Summers) 7. Once Upon A Lap Dance (Ros Summers’ story) 8. Tempted by The Devil ( Reed & Liesl ) 9. Taming The Wild Artist ( Piers & Skylar ) 10. Not So Plain Jane ( Steven Summers & Jane Austin ) 11. Resisting The Irresistible (Autumn Summers’ story)

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

I should have pushed them away, but my heart was pounding, and a thrill shot through me as Jake’s hand grazed my thigh. From then on, it escalated. Stolen glances turned into lingering touches. They’d “help” me with chores, their hands wandering a bit too far. One afternoon, when our parents were out, Ryan pulled me into the laundry room, pinning me against the dryer. His lips brushed mine in a teasing kiss that left me breathless and aching. Jake walked in, not surprised at all, and joined in, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast through my shirt. “Our little secret,” they whispered, and I nodded, hooked on the forbidden rush. I knew it was wrong—they were my stepbrothers, after all—b

We carry them with us. And IRRESISTIBLE SIN became one of those stories for me. It became a piece of my creative journey. A reminder of what I am capable of creating when I commit myself fully. This story helped me grow. It taught me discipline. It taught me patience. It taught me how powerful storytelling can be when it comes from genuine emotion and dedication. And all of that growth was made even more meaningful because it was shared with readers like you. As I close IRRESISTIBLE SIN, I do so with a full heart.