Incredible Story Novels & Stories

"It's inconvenient now. Speak in Haranese." There was a deep inhale on the other end before Alex finally responded in Haranese, "Did you really get legally married to Rebecca? What are you thinking? Years ago, you went blind saving her, and she repaid you by leaving you at your lowest and running off with another man. "She nearly ruined you! And now you're getting back together with her?" Evelyn's mind instantly translated the unfamiliar words. As she processed them, an unbearable chill spread through her body, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice-cold abyss.

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!"

“You’ve come a long way from the boy who wouldn’t even raise his hand in class.” Ryan met his eyes. “Yeah. But that boy didn’t have you two.” That night, Ryan sat at his desk with his laptop open, fingers poised above the keyboard. A blank document stared back at him. He began to write not a speech this time, not a private diary. A story. His story. Because if Adrien thought he could silence him with fear, he was about to learn that some voices don’t stay quiet forever. Not this time. Not Ryan’s.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

I have complete faith in the Almighty. I still thought about the day when my dad called me and said that he had found a wife for me... I was pissed off.. I hated her with my every fiber... I wanted to get rid of her. But little did I know that one day I would unexpectedly fell in love with the unexpected person. I had never thought that one day she'll become the reason for my life.. it was unexpected. The Unexpected Love...

I plan to try and make the image in my mind a reality. Which is why, I made a special trip out to a very special store after I dropped Chelsea at her dorm yesterday afternoon. What I picked up isn’t anything set in stone, more of a promise to uphold everything I told her. She thinks I am all talk and that everything I told her I wasn’t serious about. Well hopefully what I have in my pocket and what I plan to give her this weekend will help rectify that and it will help her finally believe me and realize I am serious.

"Sitting in my chair, I stared into the distance at everything that mattered to me in a world where everything was supposedly possible. I'll tell you what-no one can jump above their heads. If you think you've exceeded your limit, then you didn't know what you were capable of. But perhaps I'd better tell you about a story where something incredible happened. I was an ordinary person until a certain point – the moment when my world turned upside down-Roman began his story, which was interviewed by a journalist for National Geographic magazine.

“Spill.” And so, Amelia told her about Blake’s mother, her mother’s reaction, and how they were planning to reunite. Maya gasped. “No way.” "Yes way.” “That’s insane,” Maya said. “It’s like… fate or something.” Amelia snorted. “Or just a really weird coincidence.” Maya hummed. “Still. That’s so crazy. Your moms were best friends?” “Apparently.” Maya giggled. “Imagine if they force you and Blake to be best friends now.”

And if you realize it, they'll say it was luck. They will talk, they will talk... I just won't listen. *** The next tale was a tribute to my great-grandfather. I was very young, but I remember that he loved to tell stories. And yes, he was superlative at telling stories. The superlative and extremely stupid Manduca