Incredible Story Novels & Stories

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?”

Immediately Belinda was done talking, the very night that Ace had an unprotected One Night Stand with a lady he met in a club, hit his memory so hard and left him totally dumbfounded. Before Belinda could say something else, he shockingly muttered the name “Rita”. To be continued

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.

This is a new story for you guys, Enjoy... "FAMILIARITY " *Everyone has a story about their first time. Some are sweet and romantic, some are incredible, some are bizarre and some are disasters. My story may be all those things rolled into one. When I think back even I have a hard time believing what happened. I do know that I wouldn't be where I am today without the incredible woman who dropped so suddenly into my life, a woman I met the fall of my second year at college. I owe her so much.

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

We arrive at the stranger's apartment; a small building located a short distance away from the club. My body floods with a pleasurable warmth that settles between my legs. Every inch of me seems to buzz with excitement, eager to continue what we'd started at the club. This is something new, an impulse I've never be confident enough to act on, and I've never felt more alive.

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

“Our… Aariz?” Mr. Mishra grinned. “Aariz Sheikh Pataudi. A billionaire. I saw the article—single, reclusive, and crazy successful.” For a second, they both stared at the screen in awe. Meera finally chuckled, “I always said he was different. So calm, so well-mannered.” Mr. Mishra added slyly, “And unmarried.” “Don’t start,” she warned. But she couldn’t help it—a seed of admiration had taken root. The tenant they thought was an ordinary bachelor had suddenly turned into a dream son-in-law material. Quiet. Respectful. Filthy rich.