Incredible Story Novels & Stories

My name was Lola Sinclair, a young wife from a small farming town. My husband, Dominic DeLuca, used to work at a construction site. He was honest, hardworking, and willing to take any job as long as it could keep our family fed. We had two children, a modest home, and a life that was never rich but still peaceful. Then everything changed. Dominic fell from a height at the construction site and badly injured his leg. The contractor responsible disappeared soon afterward, leaving us without compensation. Instead of receiving help, we were forced to cover nearly one hundred thousand dollars in medical expenses ourselves.

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

Nathan and Miranda understood that storytelling held immense power—a power to heal, to inspire, and to create lasting change. Motivated by this realization, they set out on a mission to document and share these stories of resilience. Through captivating interviews, powerful photographs, and poignant narratives, they aimed to create a platform that celebrated the triumphs of the human spirit. They believed that by amplifying these stories, they could reshape societal perceptions, break down barriers, and foster a greater sense of empathy and understanding.

it was beyond any description. ...And I have only two days to solve her mystery. ************************************************** Please vote if you like this story. Shrinkhla Singh😃😃😃

She couldn't be more than thirty five. "Well, it's quiet stupid really." I wringed my hands together and laughed humorously. "I cry whenever my husband touches me and on one occasion I even fainted." She didn't share my lame attempt for amusement instead she only nodded and began to write on her clipboard. "Can you tell me why you begin to cry?" I took a deep breath before answering the question. "On our vacation to Caribbean, my husband caught me talking to another man, he misunderstood and started to attack the innocent person..." I couldn't finish my sentence, I took out a tissue and began to wipe my eyes as they filled with tears.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

She nodded and then turned to me and said, “then why don’t you incorporate both into what you wish to show us?” Adding both together? That wasn’t an impossible request, but it wasn’t something I had quite prepared for. Still, I had to impress them so I quickly thought up something on the top of my head. Taking the centre of the stage, I took a quiet but deep breath in, as I had learned to do many times during practice. Then, with a clear voice, I spoke out some lines, “if there is a story to be told, why should I not be the one to tell it? Do we all not have that choice to tell our own tales?”

It looked like René was the only one who was interested in solving the mystery. René knew that he had caused a disturbance in the cafeteria, and he sincerely apologized to the people there. He was a lecturer there, so he had to save his reputation. “Sorry,” finally Alain squeaked a little. There seemed to be a hint of regret in his eyes. René stopped apologizing to the people and turned to his student. The older one tried to calm himself down before speaking again, “I once asked whether you have a sister named Park Ah Reum or not, and you said that you haven't. I’m also sure that I don’t have a brother whose face is very similar to mine. If so, then I guess that we both are... the reincarnat

Which word in the dictionary is spelt incorrectly? "Come on, there's no such word in the dictionary." I replied swiftly. "Did you even think about it?" "No," I replied flatly. "It's incorrectly. The word that is spelled incorrectly is incorrectly." He explained. I burst into a fit of laughter." I did not see that coming." "How about this? What word begins and ends with E but has only one letter?" I cracked my brain in an attempt to answer his question. He looked at me with a questioning gaze and I shrugged.

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.