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“Not the headlines. The real one. The one only you know.” She exhaled slowly. “Sometimes. But some stories aren’t meant to be public. They’re meant to be carried. Quietly. By the people who lived them.” He nodded. “And the ones who lived them with you?” She thought of four faces younger then, hungrier then scattered now across cities and countries. “They carry their versions too,” she said. “That’s enough.” Leke smiled small, crooked, young. “Mine’s still being written,” he said. “With you in it.”

Hello there! I see you are back for more of my confessions, it’s good to have you back. I ain’t got much to say so let’s get on with this My apologies! Before we start I gotta inform you the tale you are about to witness isn’t my experience so I will tell it as I heard it without omitting or adding anything, hope you enjoy it Life is a crazy son of a bitch you know? One moment you are living a badass life with zero care to the world and the next you are all over a mortal cause of how good the sex was. But damn it the sex was fire—only if I could have it one last time

he asked quietly. “The first one,” I said. “Or the second? Or the time you tried to kill me in the cabin under a curse’s influence? You need to be more specific.” He groaned. “I’m serious,” he said. “So am I,” I replied. “They’ll ask. Eventually. Kids always ask about the things adults don’t want to talk about. We tell them the truth. Age‑appropriate, but truth. That you did something terrible under a curse and spent two lives trying to fix it. That I died and came back and refused to let that be the end of my story. That love is complicated and people make mistakes and what matters is what you do after.”

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

“ I just don't feel like I belong to them..I want a life..I don't want to live in a mansion and act like the princess. There's more dazzling place I could let my heart in than a place you can't even interact with your own parents since their time is fully given to money..life is..a sweet adventure..and I want to sail my own boat.” That made me realize something. Everyone's different, in the most unpredictable state. You coul just met someone but their soul has something to tell you. There are too many secrets that hides in their most adorable pesonalities. And everyone has a story to tell. And only few are courageous enough to share it with othere human souls. Because not everyone will under

The twins looked at Leath who turned her gaze away as soon as she heard the name of the country. "Where will we stay there, Sir? Do they even have a hotel with heaters?" A group of boys laughed at what Diane Atkins said. Diane Atkins is famous throughout the academy not just because her family owns a huge winery but because of her oozing sex appeal and confidence, that's why most boys gather around her and Daine always loved the attention she gets.

(And still I don't want a title of 'God'). The wide lap of this eternal sky is the shelter of every homeless and hopeless soul of the Ard. And that kid was also one of them, and I was interested in what if I cuddle his life with the huddles of lies. I narrated his life as a fact and people believe in it as a myth.

“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.

Did they think she was dumb? “ You must have something about life, Sia!” John added, not believing that she really didn't have any perspective. She sure had some deifintion of life for her, but she didn't want to share it, as she must have thought it will make them judge her. Sia's eyes shifted to Emily, who was staring at her and then to John who looked curious. Was it worth telling? She looked up at Harry to whom she had just lied to and then to Louis who didn't look interested to her.

Nodding with enthusiasm, I tell Xiu Ying, "Quick, Xiu Ying! Request the presence of a pedant." And so came the birth of a new story named Fifty Shades of the Embroidered Uniform. Of course, it is based off a classic hit from America in the 21st century!