Eleven Stories Novels & Stories

Serena angrily tore each paper with negative comments, while Benjie and Tommy just watches her in silence. She knows that Brianna wrote all of those negative comments. Eversince she was voted as the Editor-In-Chief of The Scribble newspaper, her archenemy, Brianna Johnston have been annoying her. Brianna was also a candidate to become an Editor at The Scribble, but most of the members voted for her. In the end, Brianna decided to resign from the club.

The weekend started like any other visit to my best friend Laura’s house, but I already knew it was going to end with me dripping wet and desperate. I pulled my car into their long driveway just after sunset, the big white house glowing under the porch lights. Laura and her husband Alex had been married for eight years, and every time I came over I told myself I was just here to see my gurl. Bullshit because My body had other plans. I hadn’t been properly fucked in months, and the second I stepped out of the car the warm night air kissed my skin like a promise.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

A pair of arms wrapped around me, and I instantly settled into the familiar embrace as both of us watched the sun set over our kingdom. I couldn’t help the squeal of delight that escaped my mouth. I had finally completed my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The look on my editor’s face was one of disbelief when I announced I was stopping all other books to focus solely on that one. I guess writing 1001 Dark Tales takes a long time, four years to be exact. Still, I had written enough books with the help of my quill that I had more than a steady income.

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 110

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

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his last message read. “Stop distracting me.” I typed back immediately before hitting the ‘block contact’ icon on the screen. There, now I could finally concentrate. Mrs Ella padded across the classroom with her tablet in her arm as she talked about the history of London. I tried to pay attention but the pit I felt in my stomach worsened things for me. What if—? My thoughts were disrupted by the loud bang of the door being pushed down. I stiffened in my seat, eyes wide in shock.

Yes, it was only 3 years since her mother left her, but her father had done so many bad things to her, which traumatized her with men. The first incident occurred when Eleven came home from school, when she was only 16 years old, a year after her mother died. Just imagine, they should still be in mourning at that time, but not with her father. At that time, it was raining heavily, Eleven, who had forgotten to bring her umbrella in her bag, was forced to take shelter at the bus stop until the rain subsided a little. It wasn't that far from the bus stop to the flat, but she only had two uniforms to change between, if she got her uniform wet then, that meant she couldn't come to school tomorrow

He looked tired and disappointed before he even reached the door. His eyes moved over me…messy hair, Elias’s arm around my waist, the clear tension between us then flicked toward the open doorway where the living room still looked lived-in and rumpled. Harlan sighed heavily. “I’ll give you ten minutes to get a story straight.” His voice was quiet, almost kind, but firm. “Ten minutes, Elias. Then I’m coming in.”