Fiction Story In English Novels & Stories

First of all, thank you for giving this story a chance. I would like to grab your attention on few things. 1) English isn't my first language. 2) This is my first story. 3) This story is just my imagination and it do not have any connection with real world. 4) Its my original work and I don't allow or permit anyone to copy my work. 5) Their is nothing like separation, drama and serious fights between the protagonists. 6) This story contains romance, comedy and suspense, means a clićhe story.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

Hygge said without emotion as he walked away. We boarded a small boat as it slowly drifted across the lake to the kingdom of Ataraxia. I felt better when Welkin gave me a drink of water. We already told Welkin what happened, he said he had no idea why that happened to me. Probably a fairy was playing with me in the forest. "We're close." Welkin said with a smile. The lake we walked on was quiet and the fog covered the area. The breeze was cold and there was a strange feeling around.

he asked curiously, hiding the jealously in my voice. "It's a fairy tale," she spoke casually "It's the werewolf creation story, more detailed than I've ever seen." "Why would he give you that?" I asked confused. Fiona looked up from her book for a moment, lost in thought. I could see the gears turning in her head as she was piecing something together.

The key slipped from my hand on the bed as my arms went around his neck, pulling me closer to me. Within minutes we were on the bed, hurriedly taking off our clothes ready to join our bodies and souls as we drifted into the lands of intense zeal and lust. I closed my eyes enjoying the sensations. If you have never felt anything with such intensity then you just haven't found the right person for you because fairy tales do exist and we live our own different story in our own different way. Some stories are like the rainbow in winter snow, unexpected but oh so magical. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Really, Alain didn’t understand what his best friend’s question meant. Realizing that the innocent man didn’t understand what she meant, Brielle turned her body to face Alain, then started to speak seriously, “That’s the classic way, Al. In line with: ‘You are similar to someone who always appears in my dreams,' or ‘Have we met before? Your face is familiar to me.’ I didn’t expect a famous painter like him to use that ancient method to flirt with you.” Alain blinked slowly as he tried to comprehend the series of explanations from his best friend.

“The truth is, they aren’t looking for you, they’re looking for me. I’m the one they want. Go, try not to get into too much trouble, and I’m sure you’ll be fine. Better than fine, probably far in the future, when you’re walking down a street, with your kids and your happiness and your double chins from eating too many cream cakes in your mansion, you might see me begging in the street, one leg missing and an eye patch. Just drop a couple of coins in my wooden bowl and pretend you don’t recognise me, and you can consider us quits.” They all stared at me. Flossie raised her hand. “Yes, Flossie?” “How did you lose the leg.” It was a fair question. Inane, but fair. “A dragon ate it. There was a

“I broke down a couple of miles back.” The woman looked at her, rolling her eyes. “Bad place to break down, lady.” She said. Wow, way to advertise your business. “Yeah.” Jeffina chuckled nervously. “Looks like there’s nothing out there but snakes and cannibals.” The woman’s facial expression remained stationary. “Yeah.” The beefy man said, turning in his seat. “And cannibalistic snakes.” He smiled. Jeffina risked a laugh, as the man turned back around in his seat, staring vacantly at the wall again.

I stood in the freezing hallway, feeling the cold seep into my bones. ... I spent the whole night sitting in a hotel room, numb. When the sun rose, I saw the deep, bloody crescents my nails had carved into my palms. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the texts between Sheila and I. Three years ago, I drained my savings to send her off to art school in Francoria, covering every last penny of her tuition and living expenses. She clung to me with tears streaming down her face as she said, "Erick, when I'm back, we're tying the knot. You're the only one for me, forever!"