Interactive Story Novels & Stories

Finally, I have a decent signal. I’m standing right in front of the love seat, so I sit down. It sways ever so slightly, and my fear dissipates with the gentle rocking motion. Under the cool green shade, it’s impossible to even imagine that I thought this tree was on fire just moments ago. I’m just tired. And hungry. A few hallucinations and paranoid thoughts about shadows following me doesn't equal crazy. No siree. I scroll down to my mom’s mobile number. I’m about to hit call when I realize that I don’t actually have a good cover story ready.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

' Except the wind wasn’t coming from outside, it was pulsing from the book itself. A golden glow spilled out between its pages. My jaw dropped as my hair whipped around my face, tugged by a force that wasn’t natural. Then my whole body lifted off the floor. “What the hell?!” My scream tore from my throat as I was dragged into the blinding light. And then.. “Hello, Kayla Turi. I am Ety. You have spoken the password to the story portal. Prepare yourself. It begins now.” Portal? What do you mean by portal?!

So do tell me how would you want me to update in the future. Don't forget to like and comment, share your views of the story. Till the next adios

she pressed. I took a deep breath, a blush creeping up my cheeks. This wasn't just any story; it felt like the beginning of something special, and I wanted to savour every detail. "Well," I began, pausing for dramatic effect, "it all started with a wrong turn..." A collective gasp from my friends sent chills of excitement down my spine. Leaning in closer, I launched into the story, weaving a tale of a chance encounter, an unexpected connection, and a spark that ignited something beautiful in my life.

Expensive artworks were hung on the wall in a quite impressive style. The sound of clinking glasses occasionally punctuated the air, followed by the laughter which resonated the air. “You might get lost staring at these, mate,” Mike said behind me. I whirled around in his direction, a smile on my lips as I extended my hand for a handshake. He grabbed it, his grip firm and we shook. We got to an empty chair and sat down, “You popped up on my news feed with some shitty content written by bloggers, what's going on, mate?” his voice was laced with concern.

Conrad barked in the yard, "Shirley, I think you've gone insane! I'm here trying to warn you—Horace is just a useless man! If you know what's good for you, you'd better find a way to break off the engagement. Otherwise, you'll regret it!" I couldn't be bothered to raise an eyebrow at him. I just slowly opened my WhatsApp. [When do we make the next move?] My current teammate was clearly more proactive than the one outside. I typed, [No rush. Let's watch the show unfold.]

🧚🧚🧚 A Dance With Daisy (My Cold-hearted Killer) 🧚🧚🧚 Written by Ifeoma Isabella Okeke Prologue and Chapter 1 PHILLY MANSION: It was midnight. Daisy was seen seated on the floor and performing incantations in the room she and Philly now shared. She told Philly that performing the spell will warrant her being alone. So he left the room. She remembered the conversation she and Philly had some few days ago.

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

Yeah, I followed him. After an hour of staring at each other, the walls and ceiling, he spoke up. "Tomorrow is my parents death anniversary." I shifted uncomfortably. Hearing stories like this are really boring to me. You're probably thinking that I'm a psycho but that's how I roll. A tear slipped down his face.