Everyone Has A Story Novels & Stories

But, people often forget or they just avoid it, they are scared to accept the fact. Undeniably, I am an old man, who is living his life carelessly, drinking the whole day and telling you the tales of the world where I didn't live but witnessed what people and what their stories existed there. The more you go with the words, the more you see it is complex, typical to understand as it's not just about one person, one group, or one nation… No, it's more than just one world also. Everything is magic in the Ard, but from where it flows?

everyone raises a sign and it’s all Never. “Never have I ever broken up with someone” we all raise a sign and I saw someone who’s different. IT’s Joshua. “You know my past relationship? That’s what I am pertaining to” he answered. “That’s so toxic though,” I told him. I read again on my phone the next question. “Never have I ever made up a story about someone who wasn’t real” I smiled as I read the question. They began raising a sign and it’s all Never. Meanwhile, I raised the ‘I have’ sign.

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

he asked her. “ I do, and I'm glad you chose me to be a part of the audience to listen to your story.” “ And I am glad you are part of it,” he sipped his drink. Everybody's got a story to tell one day. Whatever the story maybe it has to be told. It's better told than buried within!

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We went inside the massive room, and she showed me all of her collections before she speaks. "The world is like a huge library that is filled with books. It’s a book that contains everyone's story. Everyone has their story written somewhere in the library. It can be a book of love between two lovers from a distance, an inspirational story of a family, a story of an unbreakable friendship, or the story of a war against long-time enemies. Our stories don't always have a happy endings. Some ends in tragedy and others end with a twist and unexpected turn of events. No matter what is written in our final chapter, it always ends up with a lesson.

He had, annoyingly, pinpointed the exact truth of our lives. “We’re not characters in a story anymore, Kai,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. “We’re just… people who live here.” “But that’s the story!” he exclaimed, then lowered his voice, abashed. “That’s the story nobody tells. The ‘happily ever after’ that’s actually just more Tuesday after Tuesday, with better pie. Don’t you think people need to see that? That saving a place isn’t an ending, it’s a door?”

“Strange history.” My chest tightened. “Anyone who grows up here,” she went on slowly, “anyone who’s part of this pack for long enough… they all have stories.” I stepped closer. “What kind of stories?” She hesitated again, clearly realizing she had already said too much. “Experiences,” she said vaguely. “Things that don’t make sense.” My pulse picked up. “Like what?” She shook her head. “It doesn’t mean anything.” “You just said it did,” I replied. “You said everyone has their share.”

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