Greatest Ever Novels & Stories

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

But he ended up giving the shortest, most powerful speech ever heard of. The student had gathered. Winston Churchill stood in front of them. Everyone was quiet, if a pin had dropped, they would have known. Waiting eagerly for one of his powerful speeches. He looked at the students in front of them for a few minutes. Then he cleared his throat and said: “Never give up! Never give up, never give up.” He said it thrice and bowed thrice for them. He taught resilience. In other words, what kept him to become great was his ability never to give up. The student started clapping for him excitedly. He had taught them lessons they would never forget. The ability not to give up is a deep secret of grea

It’s been five years, yet he still looks uncannily similar to when we were still in our teens. “Why is he here?” I whispered to Maximillian as my gaze remained on the man standing beside my cousin. He was wearing a midnight blue tuxedo suit. The obvious fit is a hint that the suit was tailored to his liking. “Because he’s invited?” said Maximillian in a questioning tone. “That’s Mr. Nicholas Moretti. He is the owner of ELVs apparel, and chains of hotels and restaurants. He’s quite famous among the bachelorettes in the business world. The man had a clean record for dating gossips,” she filled me in like a true gossiper. Though I know she’s only doing her job.

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

Yet, every year without fail, his comrades would deliver peach crisps on his behalf. At sixty, I stood at the lectern for the very last time and delivered my final lesson. Before I dismissed my class, my gaze drifted to the window, toward the green hillside I knew so well. There, beneath the sprawling branches of a tung tree, was a small, quiet mound of earth. Caleb's grave. My heart, weathered by decades, spoke the words my voice no longer could. 'Did you hear me, my love? I taught my whole life for you. I hope you were listening.' The End

Riya pouted, but her eyes showed adoration while talking about her lovely mate. 'How lucky' Grace thought every time she saw Riya. Her mate Justin no one is as whipped as him for Riya. He is so cold towards everyone but became soft as a marshmallow to Grace. They are the sweetest couple. "Hey guys" Sofia, her other best friend who also has a lovely mate named Alex, he's the kindest person he ever knew,, he is also whipped for Sofiia calling her pet names and showing affection every single opportunity he gets. They are perfect.

He took a deep breath and said, “There are three that I know of!” Three… Zayn’s eyebrow twitched beyond his control when he heard the number. He was under the assumption that there were only two at most and did not expect that there were three of them. He was not overpowered if that was the case. Joe paused for a moment and then said, “The three are King Erik from Eastclub, Bolt from Westclub, and Gautama from Northclub. They were already invincibilis fighters before the age of 30 and they can be described as the greatest geniuses who can’t be found anywhere else in the world! Eastclub’s King Erik is the most powerful one among them because he was in invincibilis state by the time he was 27

Greg stared at her, amused, and she giggled with embarrassment. "This is probably the best burger I've had the privilege of eating. We should get these more often," Marianne said. "Anything for you, dear. Try the milkshake; they said it's the most ordered milkshake in town," Greg handed it to her, and she took a big sip, falling in love with it immediately. "Oh my goodness, I see why it's the most ordered milkshake. Thank you so much for getting me this meal, honey; you're the best."

No wonder celebrities fought so hard to stay in the spotlight. Camera flashes forced me to squint again and again. I loved the euphoria. I just wasn't used to the flashes yet. Maybe I should take lessons on that someday. "Second Place... Commander Cyran Ardent." Cyran briefly raised his rifle, earning another deafening roar. "Champion... His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Adrian Valerius." Thunderous applause swept across the Royal Training Ground once more. Adrian walked forward calmly, as though no one had ever doubted he'd win.