Interactive Stories Novels & Stories

It feels like something out of an old romance novel, and I can't help but smile at the thought. I bite my lower lip, thinking about the way his gaze drifted from my eyes down to my lips, making my pulse quicken in a way that wasn't uncomfortable at all. It was intense, charged with some unspoken connection that bubbled up out of nowhere. What would it be like to actually talk to him more? To sit down somewhere quiet and hear his story, maybe share a laugh over whatever secrets those blue eyes are hiding?

Henry helped him and landed him 400$. “Don’t forget the 100$ that you borrowed last month” Henry huffed. “Are you serious buddy? You don’t need to remind me. I will return your amount on time. I’m In a hurry and I have to go right now, ill see you soon.” Keith hesitated and rushed to his workplace. “Keit---” Henry stood up but couldn’t speak to Keith because he rushed out of the house. Keith walked into the shop and kept the 500$ back into the locker and when Mr. Paul came, he showed him the amount with the calculations and said the money was right there but Mr. Paul couldn’t notice it because of his weak eye sight.

Hope asked as he stared at my teary eyes. “I am not; Mama just got something stuck in her eyes.” I lied, dampening my tears with the pocket square I held. “Mama, you don't look like you're telling the truth. Is something wrong?” He asked with his little voice laced with concern. “Hope, I think I'm stressed. Why don't you go and play in your room? I'll get your dinner ready, OK?” I said, forcing a smirk as I walked towards the end of the hallway. It

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

There would be nothing left but emptiness. After that, my father never showed up again. One day, Little Zoe came home carrying a letter and a cake. My mother showed me the letter. It contained the address of the house my father had promised, along with a bank card that had two hundred million dollars in it. We did not move there. We never touched a single cent of that money. The following winter, I saw news from Harbor City on television. Rowan Xanders, a prominent entrepreneur, had died at the age of twenty-nine from an old injury.

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She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

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“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.