First Sentence Generator Novels & Stories

"I didn't do anything wrong," I choked out. "You stuck your nose into my private matters," he hissed. "No one can sentence me without proof," I challenged him. He straightened up. Any traces of a smile abruptly disappeared from his face. "You still don't get it, do you? I own this city. It means that if I say you go to jail, that means you go to jail." He leaned over me again, his stare piercing right through me, "And if I say that I want you, that means you are already mine." My jaw tensed as I resisted an urge to talk back. This wasn't a battle I could win, and this wasn't a man I could win against... How did I get myself into all that mess?! *** My name is Cora Bell, and I'm about to marry Aren Lan, New York's most wanted bachelor. A dream come true? I highly doubt that. The guy is an arrogant, wealthy beyond imagination, asshole. Not to mention that our relationship is based solely on a contract, a contract I was forced to sign when I accidentally ruined this guy's engagement... I used to dream of a simple life. I wanted to graduate from university and work as a software programmer, but my fate chose a different path for me to follow. First, I had to give up on my studies to take care of dear Grandma, and now I'm forced to play the role of a manipulative jerk's loving fiancée! The problem is that my husband-to-be is insanely sexy and enjoys teasing me a bit too much. How the hell am I going to survive being close to him throughout the two years of our fake marriage?!

The freshman welcome party was loud—music blasting, people screaming over it. Then the external pacemaker on my chest started shrieking. 10 percent battery. Cold sweat hit fast. I always carried a backup. Always. I yanked open my backpack. No heavy medical battery pack. Just a flimsy power bank. One blinking bar.

At dinner, Tiffany White grabs my fiance's phone and spends 100 thousand dollars on a designer bag. She even sticks her tongue at me. "Come on, Meredith. You're loaded. You won't mind such a small amount, right? Shawn and I share everything. His money is my money," she says. Everyone at the table waits for me to lose my temper or smile and let it slide like a saint. Instead, I calmly take out a voice recorder and my laptop from my bag and adjust my gold-rimmed glasses. "100 thousand meets the threshold for criminal filing. Since you said you two share everything, I have to ask—is this embezzlement or an illegal transfer tied to an improper personal relationship? "Oh, and what you just said about 'his money is my money'? I recorded that. According to the supplemental clauses in our prenup and the company bylaws, I'm officially initiating an asset-freezing order against Shawn Harrison." I turn to Tiffany. "Enjoy your free meals in prison, Ms. White." Shawn is livid. "It was just a joke, Meredith. Is it really necessary to ruin me over this?" I hit the "enter" key. "Sorry. In my book, there are no jokes—only bad debt."

I'd just put the condom on when someone started pounding on the door. My wife, Jocelyn Gill, shoved me aside, panic all over her face. I shot a glare at the door. Her adopted brother, Calvin Tyler, stood there, flushed, staring at her. The bulge in his pants wasn't subtle. "Jocelyn, please help me. I feel awful. I think I'm having an episode!" Seeing him like that, nothing like before, my temper snapped. "Then go get treated. Why are you barging into your sister's room? You got no shame? You can't even get married because of this, so now you're wrecking mine?" Jocelyn rushed over and slapped me. "Finley, how can you say that? Calvin's still a kid. How could he think something that disgusting? Before his parents died, they asked me to take care of him. I'm a psychiatrist—if I don't treat him, how do I face them? You're acting nothing like a brother-in-law. Apologize to Calvin right now, or we're getting divorced!" In two years of marriage, I'd lost count of how many times she'd pulled that card over Calvin. Back then, I'd risked my life just to win her. She thought I'd never leave. She was wrong. This time, I was done loving her.

The first time he met Emma, Abyan was already getting annoyed. How he is not aggravated, a girl with a tall body and boyish face called him 'Uncle.' Does his face look so old that he should be called that? Emma and Abyan first met on the same plane that took them from Moscow—Abyan has completed his education while Emma has just finished the holidays. Abyan often heard, 'Excuse me, Uncle, I'm sorry, Uncle, I need to get up first, right' did he have to speak with such a sentence? It gives Abyan a headache. However, who could have guessed they met two years after the first meeting again, and the girl's sentence remained the same, namely, "Excuse me, Uncle, her legs can be bent because I can't pass."

"I'm getting married Eila." The last sentence that he told me before my whole world crashed.. The man that is once my world is now getting married with his first love.... I was once his lover but never been his first love.

Sonnet Turner agreed to get married in her foster sister’s place to rescue her foster father. Everyone thought that Sonnet’s future was ruined as she married a fool when she already had two children.Unlike everyone’s expectations, Sonnet soon appeared in the social circle of wealthy young women in Harbor City. Among Harbor City’s Big Four, whom all the wealthy young women of Harbor City fancied, one of them was in charge of driving Sonnet around, one of them was in charge of helping Sonnet lift her skirt when she went down the stairs, and the other two of them worked as her bodyguards. The wealthy young women of Harbor City were all beyond jealous. Sonnet’s foster sister showed up and said, “Sonnet Turner, so what if you’re that capable? You still married a fool!” “Who said I’m a fool?” A man wrapped his arms around Sonnet’s waist. The group of wealthy people behind him treated him extremely courteously. Sonnet was shocked. Since when had her silly husband become a rich, cool, and handsome boss?!

What will you do when you are forced to marry someone you've never met? First love is always said to never last and so was the case of Daisy when she was forced into a contract of a lifetime with Dave Milton, the son of a billionaire only to discover he got a lover and doesn't wish to take up his role as a husband. With time, she found herself falling for his charms and was stunned to know he was her first love, the mysterious guy behind the wall. But her love story wasn't meant to last as her mother-in-law and Britney, Dave's childhood friend are hell-bound to break them apart. Dave got into an accident which results into memory loss, Daisy is forced to make him recognize her as his wife but the wall between them seems too thick to overcome. Will Dave be able to recognize the wife he's come to love and cherish? What will happen to Daisy when the truth about her identity of not being the true little Miss Smith? Read to find out...

Raquel needed an outlet when her heart was broken when her first love abandoned her. And she found it in writing. She wrote a book as her last hail Mary to her first love for him to find her. She became famous because of it. Rustin came in to her life when she wanted to hide away from the reality why the man she loved left her. They couldn't deny the attraction they have for each other. Would he be the man she longed for or just the man she met on vacation? Find out all of the answers to this as we journey together with Raquel in this story.

Evian almost dies proving she is good. Good enough to bleed for her sister. Good enough to forgive betrayal. Good enough to disappear quietly. She almost died yet she survived... but the girl they depended on doesn’t. After waking in a hospital bed to apologies that sound like accusations, Evian walks out of her own life. She leaves behind a fiancé who calls cruelty "necessity," a family that feeds on her inheritance, and a sister who thrives on drama and blood. What replaces her is colder. One night, one reckless choice, and one anonymous man become her first act of rebellion. What Evian believes is a transaction—a body for money, power for control—turns out to be something far more dangerous. Because the man she reduces to a plaything is not disposable. Because the same day, the one man...meant to be nothing but a 'Play thing' walked through their door. In front of everyone who broke her, he ignores her beautiful sister, silences her father, and delivers a sentence that detonates the room... Marry me