John Doe Unordinary Novels & Stories

The chair: the closest thing to success, and even that had ended with me studying the wall while he stepped past me at close range and said thank you in the voice of a man accepting ordinary help with an ordinary chair. The problem, I decided, was not my intentions. The problem was that Julien was a very composed person who gave very little away, and I was apparently a person who, under mild romantic pressure, became someone who knocked over houseplants and made sustained eye contact with walls. I was still working out a different approach when Lucas solved the problem for me, as he occasionally did, in his entirely unconscious way.

She doesn't seem to understand the attitude he makes. She sighed due to the irritable feeling she feels. "Argh! Why does he act as if he cares for me and why does he makes me feel like as if I'm nothing!" she whispered unto herself. Grace meant about JL, the man of her dreams. She met JL Cortez on social media. JL's appearance is five feet and nine inches tall and he has Chinese-like eyes but in Grace's eyes, he's masculine, especially he looks like Daniel Padilla, a Filipino Actor in the Philippines. He's kind, a young lad who helps household chores, that's why he knows how to cook, he helps his parents' on their business, he takes care of his siblings.

Naomi The place they had brought me to was truly peculiar. As I stepped outside, my senses were overwhelmed by the vibrant sight of emerald green grass swaying gently in the breeze, the symphony of chirping birds, and the soothing sound of flowing water. It was a picturesque scene that could easily grace the pages of a fairytale. However, as I ventured inside, a stark contrast awaited me. The furniture, with its intricate carvings and exquisite designs, seemed more fitting for a museum than a home. Yet, amidst the grandeur of each room, an eerie absence of warmth and vitality lingered in the air. It felt as if every breath I took subtly drained my energy, leaving me with a sense of unease.

Kendrick Lamar was blaring from the speakers… someone I had never listened to before—while Mike, Avery, and Antonio sang along like maniacs. And as I sat there, laughing along with them, I realized how foreign this all felt to me. Such a simple, normal moment. Something so ordinary. But for me, it was anything but ordinary. I tried to remember the last time I’d done something normal, but all I could think about was being locked away in that mansion. Caged. Stripped of my choices. I never got to have a normal teenage life. And now, I was married to a man who hated me so much, he could barely stand to kiss me.

Chapter Three: The Unexpected Encounter Elizabeth sat on the edge of her bed, the events of the day replaying in her mind. The audacity of her actions—the proposal to a complete stranger—seemed surreal. She had acted on impulse, driven by a mix of desperation and a desire to escape the suffocating grip of her past. Now, as she sat alone in her room, the weight of her decision began to settle in. Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She glanced at the screen: an unknown number. Hesitant, she answered.

from her pocket and pulled out a small USB. "Do you know what is this, Boss?" "What a stupid question. It's obvious that you're holding a USB." Dorian responded. "It's not just a simple USB. Your secret is saved here." Lily Rose said. Dorian stared at the woman, while looking confused. "What do you mean?" "Why don't you see it for yourself?" Lily Rose mysteriously responded. She handed the USB stick to her Boss. Dorian checked the USB's contents on his laptop. There was a video of him and Anthony, who was half-naked and if someone else will see this, they will think that they are gay...

I have a pale skin and I hate it! I hate that I easily embarrass myself. I could feel myself frown and stare at the ground. I hate that my parents bring people over it gets me uncomfortable and I just don't like it at all. I wonder what his name is, or why he's even here, I've never seen him before, where did my dad even find him? "It's nice to meet you Charlotte, I'm Elijah." His voice was rougher than I had thought, I couldn't help the feeling it caused. And I felt ashamed for it, clearing my throat I quickly looked up at him and smiled before moving away from him.

You got a fast car Is it fast enough so we can fly away we got to make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way -Tracy Chapman (Fast Cars) _____________________________________ He is looking dull; the fat man who looks around he is in his early 30's. That Mohawk hair style supported by that perfect stubble of a goatee that fits his birthmark on the right side of his face completely describes him. He sits on the bed which is in-front of his newly bought computer browsing through pirated anime and movies in his collection. The man wears his most basic clothes, a boxer short on top of a boxer brief. He thinks it is ok because he is just jamming in his own room. He calls it his casket,

I fight through the pain, ignoring the blood streaming down my leg and force myself to my feet. I am so damn embarrassed, and I don’t look back. I don’t need the handsome stranger to see me in agony with tears running down my cheeks. I limp my way back to my cabin, and it is a struggle. I stumble slightly, “Easy, sweetness.” I hear a male voice say from behind me, and he is holding me up, “That looked like a painful one. Are you okay?” he asks. His accent is different from mine. I am from Oregon, and he sounds like he could be from New York, “Fine.” I reply, refusing to look at him.

I didn't know what to do; borrowing money was not even in my mind because how would I be able to pay it back? I let out a breath in frustration and opened my word puzzle book. Searching for words in any puzzle book always helps me. It is weird, yes, but whenever I was frustrated, angry, sad, or something related to any of these mentioned, solving puzzles did it for me. I searched for the word 'Discombobulated' in the letters arranged randomly. I squinted my eyes, hoping that it would expose the word quickly but that wasn't working. I put the pencil in my mouth, staring hard at the book. It was getting so difficult so, I skipped to the next word, 'Onomasiological'