I Heard The Story Novels & Stories

she pressed. I took a deep breath, a blush creeping up my cheeks. This wasn't just any story; it felt like the beginning of something special, and I wanted to savour every detail. "Well," I began, pausing for dramatic effect, "it all started with a wrong turn..." A collective gasp from my friends sent chills of excitement down my spine. Leaning in closer, I launched into the story, weaving a tale of a chance encounter, an unexpected connection, and a spark that ignited something beautiful in my life.

“I... I heard it from someone else!” Mia, catching on, chimed in, “Exactly! How would you know unless you were involved?”

he said, his voice was low. I stayed silent, letting him speak. I already knew the story—everyone in our small town did. It had been the tragedy that defined him, but hearing him tell it now, after all these years, was like peeling back the layers of an old wound. “Isaac,” I said softly, the name felt heavy on my tongue.

He saw the story teller covered in sweat, fighting back with dizziness as his eyes shut and opened tiredly underneath the helmet. As Prince Zaeius was about to ask the story teller how he's feeling, there was a loud knock on the door. "Where am I? Your highness please don't kill me!" the story teller rose up from lying down with widened eyes upon realizing he's not familiar with the place he's in. Prince Zaeius immediately covered the opening of the helmet on his mouth. "Shush!" The story teller could only spoke with muffled words. "Your highness? Are you there? It's Ishah," a woman's voice followed after the consecutive knocks. It was one of his mother's handmaidens. "Her majesty was lookin

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

“Tell me then, what you understood.” “That I needed to tell that man a story…perhaps,” I cooked it up. NO, I actually didn’t. I just said what I heard someone whispering into the left corner of my head. Just underneath my scalp, sometimes I felt, I had another ear on the left corner. It was my Third Ear, like Shiva’s Third Eye. The Third Ear could hear things that the other two protruding ones couldn’t. “Okay, okay! But do you know what that story is?” Nisim had to probe. Everyone probed me – Ma, Nisim and our father. I wasn’t dumb, was I?

I urged, not wanting him to stop. Just as my father was about to continue the story, we heard a deafening noise that shook the walls of the house. We both jumped to our feet, our hearts racing. "What was that?"

He looked attentive. Letting out a sigh, I began the long story. I told him about the story my father told me about our escape from the pack after my birth. Even mentioning the phone call, I had heard my father make. I explained the bizarre things that started happening after I turned eight. Hunter seemed to hang onto my every word. Not interrupting, even when I could see he had questions. His brow would crease slightly, and his jaw would clench occasionally, but he kept silent.

Alas, his shaking body exposed the torrent of emotions rushing through him. All of a sudden, he recalled having once read in a book that the body scent of the merpeople could ease the symptoms of someone who had compulsive sexual disorder. At the time, he didn't believe merpeople existed and thought it was just a fairy tale. Thinking about it now, he realized that whenever he was with Sylvie, that unique body scent of hers would always make his breath hitch. Just then, his phone started ringing. Nick Henderson, Connor's assistant, exclaimed over the phone, "Something terrible has happened, Mr. Shaw! Quick! Check the latest headlines!"

he asked, his voice filled with a longing for more. Mama Hazel, her heart warmed by his enthusiasm, smiled. "Of course, Theo. What kind of story would you like to hear?" Theo, his eyes sparkling with mischief, grinned. "Tell me a story about a princess who can fly!" And so, Mama Hazel, her imagination ignited by Theo's request, spun a tale of a princess who could soar through the sky on the back of a giant, feathered bird. She described the princess's adventures, her encounters with talking animals, and her quest to save a kingdom from a wicked sorcerer.