I Heard The Story Novels & Stories

he asked. "Yes! Yes, I will," I said, squealing in happiness. Finally, my curiosity from the past two weeks was about to be entertained. Finally, I would hear everything from no other person than the main source himself. "Alright, then. I will tell you," Henry said calmly in contrast to me who was still squealing because of what I wanted to hear.

he whispered I heard the sounds of shoes and seemed to be running From behind me, I immediately stopped and closed my eyes again Then there was a loud gunshot, I was stunned there When I heard that the sound was gone, I immediately sat down and slowly stood up I took slow steps while walking in the hallway, I could hear voices but I couldn't understand them but as I got closer and closer to the end of the hallway everything I heard became clear to me "Oh come on Klyde do you really think I'm a killer and low woman? I told you she's not here we are only here because I'm gonna buy this land property" I heard Betriz's voice

“Hey, Mom?” “Hmm?” “Will you tell the story of how you and Dad met again?” Mom grins. “I’m pretty sure you know the story by heart by now.” “Please?” I’ve heard Mom tell us this tale at least a hundred different times growing up, but I never tire of listening. She takes a seat at the kitchen table and gestures to the free chair beside her. Once I’ve taken my seat, she begins.

"You must be joking." "This is the bitter truth you wouldn't wanna know but you want to hear them." "What the hell are you saying, you must be joking." He released my cloth suddenly and groaned. "I want to hear the side of her story, I'll be back." I gasped and grabbed myself on the waist as I watched him left in anger. *** I heard a faintly voice in my sleep few hours later, but I guessed it was just a dream. The voice came up once again.

"Okay, calm down kids, I am going to tell you a story of how our revered Master, Lucifer saved our late grandfather's life from perishing in the woods. Are you listening?" "Yes mom." They chorused again, "I can't wait to hear the story again, I love that story and I don't mind being told about it a hundred times! The most beautiful part of the story is that it was grandfather and grandmother that told us what they experienced. I am supposed you know what it means to hear a story from the horse's mouth." Zack smiled and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for his mother to begin the story. "Who wants to hear my story?" Diana announced.

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

they replied. I turned to leave, but something crossed my mind, and I turned back. “I heard the story going around the pack that I am involved with the rogues, and I also heard that it was our warriors who started the rumor. Is this true?” I asked straight to the point without mincing words.

was what I heard. "Go to your room" I heard him groan out. I quickly put on my clothes and ran out relieved that nothing happened. I think my parents made this miracle happen. TBC

Kenneth started his story. I hugged my knees and scooted closer to the fire. It was a bit chilly out and I was thankful for my hoodie. In the middle of Kenneth's story I heard a low growling sound. I flinched and stopped to listen well. It came again, this time louder. "Guys," I started panicking, my heart racing. "Are you hearing that?" Everybody stopped and listened. "I don't hear anything." Kenneth's brows creased with concern. It sounded again.

It’s like paying them to play with my hair, added with a disappointing haircut too. If I’m reading too much of his actions, I probably shouldn’t relax much since he also did this for me to be more comfortable telling him what happened the other day. Or he likes me and probably wants to marry me. Joke ½. “I only heard his side of the story. Though, he deeply apologizes,” Ah. So, it’s the first option. What a pity, it wasn’t the latter. I only let out a sigh, partly for my deflated ego. I told him my side of the story, but still careful with my own opinions. It’s what put me in that situation in the first place anyway.