Interactive Story Novels & Stories

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He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

VN 1: “Oh my god, Seb. Are you for real? He kissed you on his own? How did that even happen? And—important question—is he a good kisser?” A grin spread across my face before I could stop it. I played the second. VN 2: “Come on, tell me. I’m literally dying here.” A quiet laugh slipped out of me, echoing softly in the empty room. I stared at the ceiling, the cold water numbing my legs, my chest feeling strangely warm despite it. Yeah, I was definitely about to tell her everything.

(eg when Damon speaks, the format will be as this: Damon ~ "It was not Ava; it was Amé." Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Gamble With My Heart. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers PS. Gamble With My Heart was a winner in the Chapters Interactive Stories' Writing Contest in 2020. ******************** I open my eyes one by one trying to avoid the bright light that is streaming through the windows. I stretch every perfectly formed muscle in my body. I look on over to the blonde that is spread all over the bed next to me. There is a big smile on my face, and I am feeling great.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Their cozy little scene was like a punch to my gut. As the party hit its stride and the drinks kept flowing, I stood up, raising my glass for attention. "Mr. and Mrs. Jones, dear family and friends, today's a day for celebration, and I've brought along a little something special for the Joneses and for all of you." Every eye in the room turned to me, buzzing with curiosity. Sheila and Yoel shared a quick, puzzled look. I strolled over to the projector, hit play, and let the pictures do the talking.

“Hear that, Dad? The prince and the princess live happily ever after in the story. You’re not even a knight in shining armor. The best you’ll ever be is the villain.” “Yeah, yeah, sure.” My half-hearted response stood out against Kaden’s discolored face. “Mr. Simon Barone, you may now kiss your bride.” “Player, the exit portal is now open. Ten-second countdown initiating.” Amid the overlapping voices, Kaden’s eyes widened, and he shrieked out loud. He shouted the same way when the System went away the other day. It was a glitch that Kaden could hear the System, but it didn’t change the fact that I was going home.

Recalling everything he'd done to Sylvie, Connor nearly drowned under his remorse. Just then, Anna abruptly found him. "Connor Shaw! Just how long do you plan on carrying on with this spectacle?" It was her first time screaming his full name. Looking up, Connor noticed Anna's tear-streaked face and red, swollen eyes. In the past, he would've immediately hugged her out of tender concern, but now, the only one he could think of was Sylvie. He brandished the book he was reading and said to Anna, "Look! Merpeople do exist! Sylvie is a mermaid. She was the one who rescued me from the ocean all those years ago…"

Ashleigh, determined to clear the air with Adrian about his strange behavior towards Chef Larry, hurried up the stairs. Spotting him engrossed in a call as he neared his study, she sprinted down the hall to intercept him. Adrian, deeply involved in his conversation, didn't register Ashleigh's approach until she practically dashed in front of him, halting his progress towards the study door. "Wait! I need to talk to you," she blurted, catching her breath as she leaned against the doorframe. He gave her a surprised look before finishing his call.

“He has no reason to. You're so careful about what you say that sometimes I think you're more afraid of him than I am. The black eyes gleamed. — What do you think of my brother? I bet you're scared to death of him too. — Enough, Nizea . Fleur remembered it was the teacher and rose with authority . “You're getting too sassy. I better go. His voice shook. “I didn't mean to be bold. It's just that when we're away from school, it's hard to think of you as my teacher. I consider her one of my friends. Fleur couldn't resist the praise and the sincerity with which it was said: “If you want me to stay with you, we need to do something. — I wrote a story last night. My leg was hurting and I couldn't