Historia Novels & Stories

she added "I am serious not interested" She repeated "Summer relax, it's just for fun, it's not like you are dating anyone" Stephanie didn't get why she was on the edge, maybe it was the alcohol but wasn't alcohol supposed to make people relax? "I am dating someone, William, we got back together" She said "You and William again? I thought you hated him and never wanted to see him again" Confused was the right way to describe Stephanie right now "I did but it just kinda happened" She said

(World A) Female lead: Olivia Smith Intro: The heiress of Smith corporation, long brown hair that reached down to her waist line. Deep black orbs. Beautiful porcelain skin which aided her slim sexy body in mesmerization to onlookers. Full brow, long butterfly wing-like lashes and a full rosy red lips. She's rude, proud and spoiled rotten, but isn't an idiot and can't be messed with. She's well trained in martial arts and the use of weapons to protect herself, as the road ahead to inherit her family's business isn't easy.

"She was... every man's dream woman and one man thought himself lucky to be her beloved but that relationship wasn't meant to be because she'd been destined for another by the gods." "Can I give it a title?" She looked up at him. "Sure." "How about Destined Hearts?" She beamed. "Or… His and Hers?" "Nice. I like it." "Go on." "Unfortunately... Her kingdom has been at war with another one for ages. They were so far gone that no one actually remembered the reason for the war in the first place." He said. "It came to a time when a hunter got carried away on his hunt, crossed the border into enemy territory and killed an animal on that land and he was beheaded."

"So, tell me about your classes. What are you most excited about?" Arina visibly relaxed, grateful for the change in subject. "I'm really looking forward to the art history class. I've heard the professor is amazing," she replied, her enthusiasm returning. "My baby," Rosella whispered fondly, a smile tugging at her lips as she watched Arina's eyes light up with excitement again. "I'll call you tomorrow, Mom. Good night," Arina said softly, ending the call and sinking into the embrace of sleep. As Arina drifted off, her mind wandered back to the haunting memory of her encounter with Ryan. Despite the passage of three months, the memory of his determination to possess her still sent chills dow

My family, the Volkanov's, and his family, the Mennetti's, have been rivals for hundreds of years, going all the way back to Prohibition. At this point, I'm not even sure what the feud is about. I know Trish and I are on the same page and all we want to do is bury the hatchet. But nothing is ever that easy. There's so much history and hate which makes me wonder if it will ever be possible for our families to let go and move on.

Althea stood at the mirror admiring the necklace. "This is beautiful." I laughed. "Are you okay now? You gave us a fright." "I'm fine. Have you seen Lily around?" "The doormat? I did see her. She was receiving a scolding though." "That's not nice. Lily is not a doormat she's just fragile." "Whatever you say" I spent the day in the library reading about lycans and werewolves. I just finished reading a book about their history. It wasn't very detailed. I returned the book to the shelf when the doors opened. A blue dress stood with her head bowed.

Hannah said, without a trace of the fear she harboured toward that thought. "It goes back to the legend. About seven hundred years ago, the Athànatoi and men lived together––" "I know this part, I have a book, a book on the Athànatoi, hold on it's in my rucksack." She ran upstairs to get it and in minutes was back, the old brown book in her hand. She handed it to Martha when she got back, who regarded it with curiosity.

I leaned into him, resting my head against his chest wrapping my hands around his torso listening to his heartbeat. "Talk to me then," I whispered and he went silent for a couple seconds before saying. "You know when I was younger my dad always told me stories about how my mother left, he used to tell she choose another family over us and that she didn't love us anymore and when I reconnected with her and I saw her with her family I assumed it was the truth,"

'Noor ab tum hi batao' (Noor, you tell us) 'huh' she averted her eyes from him and looked at Amar and Hira who already were looking at her. 'Shah Jahan ne Taj Mahel 1625 mai banwa-' Ammar was cut off by Hira who quickly asked. 'Shah jahan ne 1935 mai banwaya tha na taj mahel?' wow what a question, she thought. she was busy remembering the correct date as she was very bad at history, she was about to speak when Arman cut in. 'both are incorrect, it was built in 1632, now shut up'. As they were registering his words, baray Abbu cleared his throat, everyone went silent as he did it to gain everyone's attention, then he continued

The nervous energy was almost palpable, buzzing off of her like an invisible force field, a testament to what has come to be not only my best friend, but almost a sister. Our first class was Lycan History, a subject I found myself drawn to for reasons I couldn't share. I took a seat right up front, much to Farrah’s visible dismay. She always made fun of me for taking this particular class seriously, scribbling away in my notebook, filling pages with tons of notes. And I got why it seemed weird to her. There aren’t that many wolves at the Institute. The few who are here tend to be quiet, keeping to themselves, radiating a self-contained intensity. Wolves are notorious for having huge, sprawli