Fiction Story Novels & Stories

The people of Rue City could not say no about Grandma going to tell her life story because they all felt happily jealous of my grandparents’ relationship and that they were waiting for this moment since the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop was built when they first met them. Grandma clears her throat and sighed deeply before she started. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die in the end so that the male ones would suffer extreme pain till they die with their broken stone hearts. . . .because I was mad of all the love stories I heard in the world that boys couldn’t turn into a man because of their stupid lusts!” she sounded angry when she said the last two words. She inha

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.

It looked like René was the only one who was interested in solving the mystery. René knew that he had caused a disturbance in the cafeteria, and he sincerely apologized to the people there. He was a lecturer there, so he had to save his reputation. “Sorry,” finally Alain squeaked a little. There seemed to be a hint of regret in his eyes. René stopped apologizing to the people and turned to his student. The older one tried to calm himself down before speaking again, “I once asked whether you have a sister named Park Ah Reum or not, and you said that you haven't. I’m also sure that I don’t have a brother whose face is very similar to mine. If so, then I guess that we both are... the reincarnat

My face suddenly brightened when I tasted them. "These are so good," I said, and he just smiled. "Auggie, where are your parents?" "They are abroad. Sometimes, it is very lonely that I am all alone here." I suddenly recalled what happened last night. I thought I was going to die. I thought God already granted my wish of living in The Yarn. I call it that way because my fictitious world is like tangled yarn. You have to untangle everything just to discover what has been hidden. You are probably thinking that why I prefer to live in fiction. Unlike reality, you could create your own plot. It is like writing a story. You have to think about the sequence of events for you to create a story that

“What stories?” “Well, um, you told…Geneva told them to me. The first tale was about a fairy that fell in love with a human. However, this human craved jewels and treasure and did not care about this fragile fairy. So, he persuaded the fairy to lead him to all the fairies’ riches. He stole it and never looked back, while the fairy, in her own heartbreak and guilt, lay down upon a white lily…closed her eyes and never opened them again.” “That’s awful,” said Grace.

- Later, over breakfast she explained things a little about the second time. She had caught a news item once, an old shipwreck was discovered and it triggered her into making her sole adventure in writing an erotic story, taking parts of the old trashy pulp story she read and punching it up with more erotic content. At first it was just the title, "Lady McGrady's Adventures In The Indies," about a lady who is taken by pirates off her small boat.

Everyone thinks they're a bunch of sweethearts, but I know the truth. I'm a black bear and was the head of a bear biker gang. We were one of the gangs that actually acted like a gang, not like the weak bunnies or misfits. When some of my men were poisoned, I went to the bunnies for help. They refused because we weren't what they considered good men. The men who had been poisoned died, and now the bunnies are going to die. The rest of my men ran away, scared that whoever poisoned our gang would get them, too.

Ever since that day, Cassey stopped writing stories during the day, and writes every dawn instead. Cassey started writing at a young age. When she was 11, she was triggered by a traumatic experience that she can never tell to anyone, so she resorted into writing instead. She has been writing romance novels lately, but it is not her favorite genre. She loves to write psychological stories that expressed female rage. The first story she wrote was entitled "Snow White's Apple". It tells the story of a young girl who wishes to be Snow White, so she can have a stepmother who will hand her a poisoned apple. The main character wishes to end her suffering and flee eternally from her abusive biologic

“And did your love story started? Say it fast! Hahaha I really wanted to know it dear.’ She faced me happily. But she tasted what she cooked. What kind of story am I going to sew. According to Jeoff, her Aunt is so good about it since she is writing romance novel. It is so hard, I am going to find it difficult. And if I am in trouble again, Jeoff will be dead to his Dad again. It is already me who has no heart with Jeoff if I am just going to let him be in trouble again. How did Jeoff and I meet. “It is, one day…” “Yes, stories always start with one day, but dear, a, storyteller tell story which is storyteller meaning was telling lies. Are you good at it? Try me Lily?" and there seems to be

Do check or add other books of the author REVENGE ON THE MAFIA LORD. .. .. .. BACK TO THE PRESENT…. Silence reigned in Sebastian's room, not even a single sound was heard, the atmosphere, perfect for couples who wanted some alone time for themselves. Adia remained in Sebastian 's arms, as he just finished telling her the story about vampires. It all sounded like a fan fiction to her, she was still finding it hard to believe that something like that actually happened in the past, if not that she's already met a vampire, she wouldn't have believed any of that, and thought the whole story was made up.