I Heard The Story Novels & Stories

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.

Every sing soul have the abilties in learning but for some who suffered due to that, It is fairly acceptable that one's mind will act on its own to protect them from that pain. I am not sure of what I am hearing, the only thing that I am doing right now is listen. Be attentive and bsorbed everything that this sound or voice is saying. I may not have the chance to hear it again since there is no explanation why I am hearing this in the first place. 'Now let me tell you a story that is worth listening' Hah, so this guy, I mean the owner of this voice is a story teller huh. BUt what kind of story will he tell? Now I feel curious about that.

He smiled faintly. "I know where I come from. I know what was done to her, and how and why she got pregnant with me." He looked at me, his eyes older than they should have been. Wiser with second-hand knowledge. "I overheard her talking about it with Dad once. I had gone to the bathroom and heard them through the crack in the door. "They always have the door cracked open. In case one of us needs them. Anyway, I guess she had a nightmare about it. I could hear her crying as she told him."

What should I say? ** END OF FIRST STORY, MORE STORY COMING UP SOON.. STAY TUNED...

“Ms. Harper, can you come to the delivery address? I think you might have given us the wrong address!” The mover sounded anxious. I could hear faint shouting and arguing in the background. I quickly told the cab driver to rush to the mansion. The moment I arrived at my doorstep, I was shocked.

I felt it. “Yes,” he said finally, his voice low and controlled, though I could hear the effort it took. “I’m fine. I—got soap in my eyes.” There was a pause on the other side of the door. Soap. I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing—or crying. “I heard a noise,” she said slowly. “It sounded like you fell.” “I slipped,” he replied. “I’m standing now.” He lied. It was a damn good one because she believed it.

I rolled my eyes. "Spill." Heedah folded her arms and stared at me, "How did you know someone got kidnapped? I wasn't even in this town then, I just happened to over hear the news back then, some said it was just a rumour, some said it wasn't but then, we all know the truth." "Well, I kind of had a strange dream, but none of this makes sense Heedah, I mean, I clearly have memories of Karl talking to me when we were kids."

Hm… And when the priest announced my breath got hitched, "And from now on, I announce Christian Hayes and Ava John as husband and wife… You may kiss the bride…!!" And the veil was lifted off my face. That name… Struck my memories… How can I forget that name… The bully I hated the most… But, It can't be him, right?? "By the way, it's Eva, father…" I heard him say and he turned around to face me. I went pale after seeing the worst bully of mine. This can't be true. "It's.... You…!!" That was the last thing I heard before darkness engulfed me.

George on the other hand thought of it and looked at the time, his wife still had five hours before she returned from the mall owing to the fact she would still do some other things like fixing her nails and making her hair. “Alright then, I will tell you a story. This story you are about to hear isn’t some story that starts with a once upon a time, this story isn’t one that ends in the happily ever after, this story is one that would blow you mind off”. George's children all took positions looking at their father with keen interest as he throws light on the story.

Like it had finally heard its own story being spoken out loud. And for the first time— I wasn’t sure which part of me was listening.