How To Talk To Anyone Novels & Stories

"This birthday has been absolutely amazing" he said wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his chin just above my right shoulder. "Bub, we barely just started" I chuckled. "Yeah but just looking at this beautiful view with you is more than enough to make me happy" he stated. I smiled then turned around so I'm facing him. I pulled down our mask since there weren't anyone else around. I gave him a kiss on the lips. "You realize how much I love you, right?" I said. He smiled. "How much do you love me?" he asked cheekily. "If I'm being honest, I love you more than love itself" I started making him smile wide. "I love you more than how much I love the scent of vanilla" I said. "I love you more than how much I love the moon and the stars" I continued. "I love you more than how much I love listening to music" I added. "Lastly, I love you more than I can ever love myself" I confessed. He looked at me lovingly. "Brielle" he said softly. "Yes?" I replied. "Will you marry me?" he asked. My heart skipped a beat. "Yes" I said. _ Gabrielle Margareth Rivero is a multi-talented woman. She travels thousands of kilometers away from home to work and achieve her dreams. What she thought was going to be a simple, laid-back and independent life in another country becomes one full with modelling, acting and guesting offers after her name ends up on the news. But then , her plan to stay single for who knows how long ends up in the gutter when she suddenly meets the guy of her dreams; Theodore King, a superstar and billionaire with the visual and charisma of a God and a heart of an angel.

After a harrowing divorce, Kerry finds it hard to survive in the small town where she's lived all her life. Her ex has moved on with her now ex-best friend, making Kerry the talk of the town. She now spends her days hiding away until a chance encounter with the town's latest transplant catapults her into a life she never dreamed of.Broken is created by Jordan Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Olivia’s POV The moment Armando left, the dam broke. I sobbed into the silence, my chest heaving with the weight of everything I’d pushed down for so long. I wanted to hold him tight. To kiss him and to tell him how much I loved him and how much I wanted his protection but I just couldn’t because I didn’t trust anyone else and because I never wanted anything to do with love after James. I hated myself for pushing him away. But more than that, I hated that I felt anything for him at all. I sat there, drowning in the storm of my own heart, knowing that love was a battlefield I might never cross again, and yet, for the first time, I wished I had the courage to try. Armando’s POV Back in my study, I poured myself a glass of whiskey, my hand trembling as I lit a cigarette. The tears came slowly at first, hot and unfamiliar against my skin. I hadn’t cried since I was ten years old. But tonight, I wept. For her. For me. For everything we could never be.

Sandy grew up surrounded by kids who adored the story of Cinderella—the gentle girl who lost her father, was cast aside by her cruel stepfamily, and endured endless chores without ever fighting back. But Sandy? She loathed it. She couldn’t stand how Cinderella stayed silent, how she let herself be tormented. Then one day, Sandy died in a fire. And woke up as Cinderella. Thrown into the very tale she despised, Sandy tries to play her part—scrubbing floors, swallowing her pride, surviving the cruelty of her stepmother and stepsisters. But everything changes when she’s kidnapped by bandits. Cornered in the forest, her fear turns into rage… and something inside her erupts. A powerful gust of wind explodes from her body, flattening everything around her. Real, terrifying magic. Her eyes flew wide, her mouth agape—pure disbelief etched across her face. Could it be? Did Cinderella possess supernatural powers? And not just her—almost everyone in the kingdom shimmered with something… otherworldly. Was this still the fairytale she thought she knew? Or had the story slipped into something far more enchanted than anyone imagined?

"Do not read it"!! He yelled at them, she told me not to let you read whatever is written in the book. "Who believes someone that looks close to being a ghost" Dani retorts back at him. He was trying his best to talk them out of reading whatever was written in the book, but they were all adamant, they were going to read it anyways. "I'm not going to be a part of this" he said and left angrily.. A psycho thriller novel, mystery e.t.c

Angelique Monroe is what everyone wants to be: she's beautiful, rich, smart, and a dominant omega heir to an entire pack. She's basically the queen of the world, or, at least, she's the queen of her own world... the one inside her head. In reality, no one can stand her. Everyone thinks Angelique is an insufferable woman who needs to be taught a lesson. And, twenty-four years later, Angelique finally gets what she deserves. After a trip to London and a dead human, Angelique can't run from the consequences, she has to face them. That's how she ends up in Wolf Camp For Delinquents, It's either that or prison. But Angelique didn't know how horrible that camp was going to be, if she had known, she would have preferred to spend her time in prison. Because Wolf Camp For Delinquents is hell itself. And the ruler of hell is Satan himself: Alpha Elliot Thorne. Elliot Thorne hates Angelique more than anyone else, especially when Angelique lies and says she's his fated mate. Suddenly, Elliot has to pretend to love the most insufferable person in the world. Warning: This is an unlikely love story with unlovable people.

“Are you crying?" She shook her head and wiped at her face as more tears were falling. “I’m so stupid.” she groaned. "Now I am truly and utterly alone. If I had just said yes to marrying him, none of this would’ve happened. I wouldn’t have dragged you into this mess.” Without warning, I turned sharp to the side, putting the car to a sudden stop close to the curb. “Don’t ever say that again. You think marrying a man you don’t love, a man who doesn’t care if he hurts you, just to please your family is the right thing to do?” I turned to her slowly. “That would’ve ruined you.” “But I would’ve had a home to go to, I would’ve been taken care of. Now I have nothing,” she looked away. I reached over and gently took her bruised hand in mine. “You did the hardest thing anyone in your position could have done. You saved yourself. That takes more guts than standing there and pretending to be happy.” I tucked a hair behind her ear. “You think you are alone? You’re not… you have me.” ___ Alina Etienne has always lived a life dictated by her parents. She is groomed to be an obedient daughter, a perfect public image, and now, a bride to a man she doesn’t know or love. On her wedding day, crushed by the weight of expectations, Alina does the unthinkable... she says “I don’t” and flees the altar. On the run and scared with nowhere to go, she crosses paths with Mikhail Antonov. A cold, guarded man with a past he doesn’t talk about. What began as a reluctant act of kindness turned into something neither of them expected.

CONTENT WARNING This is a dark psychological story featuring a deeply disturbed and obsessive protagonist. The narrative explores violence, manipulation, moral corruption, emotional detachment, and unsettling behavior. The main character’s actions are not justified or romanticized, and this story is not intended to represent real world mental health conditions accurately. This book contains disturbing themes, including murder and exploitative relationships. If you are looking for a moral hero, a healthy romance, or comfort reading, this story is not for you. Reader discretion is strongly advised. —— Azxel never imagined that a simple transfer to a mental disorder school would change his life forever. There, he meets Sky, a student so terrifying that even the police fear him. Rumors say he’s a murderer, violent and unpredictable, striking anyone who crosses him. But to Azxel, Sky isn’t just danger… he’s irresistible. Drawn to the darkness that surrounds Sky, Azxel abandons the safety of friends and routines to follow him, to please him, to be near him. Every glance, every dangerous encounter, only fuels his obsession. In a world where fear and desire collide, how far will Azxel go for love? And how much of Sky’s darkness can he survive before it consumes them both?

Welcome to P*rnstation. No plot. No sweetness. No fade-to-black. Just raw, dripping, filthy s*x that will leave you soaking and aching for more. From massive c*cks stretching tight holes to messy cream-filled endings, each story in this collection is designed to make you cum as you read. If you’re ready for wall-slamming f*cks, obscene dirty talk, and shameless pleasure that never stops, this is your station. One-handed reading highly recommended.

My girlfriend's so-called guy best friend found out I had epilepsy. He deliberately spiked my drink with stimulants. The moment I drank it, my nervous system was overstimulated. My heart rate surged. My chest tightened. Then the familiar warning signs hit–blurred vision, fragmented awareness, the onset of a seizure. The next second, I lost control of my body and collapsed onto the floor. My muscles convulsed violently. My jaw locked tight. My breathing turned uneven. I struggled to pull out the emergency medication I always carried with me, trying to stop the seizure from worsening. However, just as I was about to take it, I realized the hot water in my bottle had been replaced with highly concentrated coffee. The extra caffeine intensified the neurological stimulation. My convulsions worsened. My thoughts became more chaotic. My fingers stiffened to the point where I could barely move. Aaron Stone looked down at me on the floor and laughed. "Not bad. You're pretty convincing. "I've seen plenty of seizure patients before. Never seen anyone act this well." Gasping for air, I forced myself onto my knees in front of Mia, my jaw tightening from the spasms. "Mia... call an ambulance... I'm having a seizure..." Mia frowned at my obvious condition, but there was only impatience on her face. "Enough already. "If you keep acting like this, it's honestly too much. Since when can people having seizures still talk? "Aaron's a doctor. With him here, what could possibly happen to you?" I stopped trying to explain. Because I was already entering the next stage of neurological collapse. Even speaking had become difficult. Using the last of my strength, I pulled out my phone and sent an emergency distress message.