Interesting Novels & Stories

I wipe my tears and bite my lip harder to stop me from crying. And then I did something I shouldn't do. I pick up my phone and log into my I*******m account. Ever since the heartbreak, I didn't bother to unfollow Caleb and he unfollowed me the minute he told me I can't be a wife. I don't know why I still followed him, maybe I am trying to prove a point I was more mature in our relationship. I click on Caleb's handle and his profile comes to view. I click on his recent picture with Regina. They were on a boat cruise in Miami, kissing, and the picture was uploaded two hours ago with a caption that reads ' most beautiful woman in my world, I love you so much.'

The kind of guy I want wouldn’t like that. “What was I thinking?” I mutter, setting my laptop on the table as I stand. As usual, Della gets into my head, just like she wants to do. Just as I get up to make coffee, my computer dings. Someone has messaged me. Falling back into my chair, I realise a guy named David has messaged me. His profile shows a young, professional looking man who is admittedly attractive. He’s simply greeted me in his message, so I quickly type back. Soon enough, we are having a full blown conversation, and I swear at a few point, he made me smile.

Sienna suspired, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped back into the sofa. “I don’t think you realize, Sienna, that our friend, the one who had her heart broken years ago and has refused to even entertain the idea of dating anyone, has fucked a dangerous and, not to mention, incredibly fucking hot criminal. It’s exciting!” Disregarding the disgusting grimace plastered on Sienna’s face, Anja turned her full attention back to Zoe. “Come on, give me all the deets. How big was it?” “You’re actually disgusting, Anja,” Sienna snapped. “This whole conversation is gross. He kills people. Am I the only one who recognizes how fucked up this is?”

When he felt satisfied with my vague answers about family and home life he then started asking me about books I liked to read. Without fail, Jayce asked question after question. What was my favorite color, favorite flower, and favorite sport. I was so caught up in answering his questions that it never occurred to me to be vague about the last question. Once he asked about my favorite sport I found myself laughing while giving him the answer before I could stop myself. “Well, if you want me to answer you honestly then don’t be offended when I tell you football isn’t my favorite.” He smiled and confessed he was not offended in the least. Then he surprised me further when he said, “I already kn

Becca shivered "Becca, maybe you're just overthinking this whole thing. It couldn't be this...uhh...thick. Can it?" Bonnie asked unsurely "Okay, maybe I am. But I still ran out of there like a maniac. Hey, would you grab some milk, I need to quickly use the bathroom." Becca places Bonnie hand on the different types of milk and walked away. Bonnie sighed picking a milk carton and felt the writing on it. She sighed when she couldn't feel anything. When she turned around, she suddenly bumped into someone, the milk bursting open and spilling all over the person.

Or maybe I'm lying to myself. Maybe part of me, the part that had already started noticing the way Eli moved through the conference room, the particular quality of his attention when he was thinking, the exact moment he'd decided that my approach was interesting in a way that suggested he might eventually prove me wrong—maybe that part of me wanted exactly this situation. Wanted the challenge of someone who couldn't be controlled or categorized or managed. Wanted, despite every logical part of my brain screaming against it, to find out if there was something underneath my careful control that was worth risking everything for.

Mary chose this dress because she said it matched my eye color. I went down the stairs, but when I heard Luther's voice, my legs stopped abruptly. I listened to him; he was shouting at someone. I turned around and followed his voice as his shouts were growing louder with every step. Sauntering towards the door where the voice had been coming, I quietly opened the door and peeped through it.

CHAPTER 1 Lillianna Damion looked at the man sitting in front of her and felt her throat constrict. This here was AJ Fortes… Notoriously well known. He came into the diner where she worked and asked to see her… AJ Fortes was looking at her darkly. She felt her entire body tense. “Can I help you?” She asked not knowing why this man wanted to see her. How the hell did he even know her name? She was really unsure… This man was infamous… He was dangerous and everybody who had any sort of social media knew this.

” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors. “Anyway, there are a lot.” Paul completed amused to see my dismay.” but I think Kristos is right, we have to try the product and tomorrow we’ll provide information on the performance of the I love you to the advertisers.” and with that he took a package of six units from the table.” look how lucky I am, this is a mixed box.” he said winking at me before leaving the room. “You should also have a few, Mark, at least to know the difference between one and the other, see you tomorrow.” Kevin took a few too and left.

Nick awoke, startled. He looked around and noticed he was on the floor. Then all the things that happened earlier started to flash back in his mind; the unknown pearl, the blood writing on his bedcover, the mirror, the dead body filled musty place, another blood writing on the mirror, then everything turned blank-no black!!! Extremely black!!! - "Oh crap! I zoned out like a sissy, a girl, a baby!!! What the heck happened here? Why did I fall into a trance?! " Nick asked no one in particular, totally confused. He looked around, his inspection was cut short when his eyes fell on his safe, on it lay to his horror, blood, splattered all over it and a rotten skull on the top of it! 'No! This is a