Long Short Story Novels & Stories

He shrugs and turns his eyes back to the TV. “Cool.” I guess we're never having a proper conversation. At least not today. I reach for my phone then. “Long story short…” he says suddenly, eyes still on the screen, “not enough sleep, too much coffee, and way too many people who think G****e is a medical degree.” I look at him, and we both chuckle at his last sentence. For the first time in a long while, the moment feels… light. Peaceful. Almost like us again.

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.”

"Did you crawl out of a sewer on the way in? This is a Fortune 500 company, not a bus terminal bathroom." "I had car trouble, Mr. Graham. And then a shoe incident. And then a puddle..." "I don't pay you for your tragic life story, Wanda," he cut in, slamming his tablet onto the desk. "I pay you to function. Bare minimum expectations. Coffee that's hot. Bagels that aren't stale. You failed at both. Congratulations." "I'm sorry, I—"

Lila’s POV I never expected my life to change in a dark parking garage under a fancy hotel. My name is Lila. Twenty-six years old. I worked as a bartender at one of the busiest rooftop bars in downtown Los Angeles. The tips were good, but the hours were long and the men who hit on me were usually drunk and handsy. I kept my head down, did my job, and dreamed about saving enough to open my own small café someday. That night the bar hosted a private event for some big tech conference. The place was packed with rich guys in expensive suits. I poured drinks fast, smiled when I had to, and tried to ignore the way some of them stared at my tight black uniform top and short skirt.

Hey Lovelies, This is my first story which I wrote back in 2014 randomly when I never had any idea that one day I might publish it on a story platform, I had to keep it short and simple but I assure you my upcoming stories will be longer than this one. I would like to thanks everyone who has taken out their time to read my story. It really means a lot to me. Thank you Lovelies. see you next time with a new story. PS: Please don't ask me if this is a true story or not as I want to keep it a secret.

Me texting Hmm. The lady with a fair skin and long black hair? - Sir Dan Bingo! No other. ;) - I sent my response with a winking smiley.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 I could not sleep peacefully after what I had read in his email! He wanted me to create a ten thousand words short story, and it's romance. I don't have any idea right now, and no plots are coming to my mind. I check the time, and it's already 10 am. I didn't even type a single word on my laptop. I would like to know why he suddenly asked me to create a story!

" That was before, Miss. Now Young Teenagers are the ones dominating the writing Industry. " " Oh, that's new. You can proceed. " " Alright, Miss. " " The Short Novel in summary is about Two Sixteen-year-old Teenage girls Stella and Steva. They were best friends, they were often addressed as the Writer and The painter. Due to how close they were, they were often called the inseparable Duo by their mates. Their relationship was so strong that they were always seen together and they never allowed anyone to come between them. As expected there were Lots of students who were jealous of their relationship and plotted to break them up. They managed to Succeed using one of the friend's weakest spot

That being said, here are some fun facts about this book; 1. It’s my first attempt at teenfiction. I was almost certain readers would notice and call me out on that. 2. BBTB was supposed to be a short story project. I was so worried it would be a flop so I planned to make it between 40-80 chapters. But the story grew wings and took off on its own. 3. This is the longest story I have ever written. I am just as surprised as you are and I was pleasantly shocked to see comments wanting their lovestory to go on for much longer. Those comments kept me going even on the bad days. So, thank you.

"Oh, your cheek doesn't look as bad as I thought." "Really? Thank the heavens. Do you think Aunt Autumn will notice?" "Probably not. Is she gonna be home today?" "I don't think so. She usually comes home after two days or more." "Then do you wanna stay over?" "That's pretty sudden. Why the invite?" He scratched the back of his head and avoided eye contact. "I thought I should probably tell you about the guy from earlier." He said. "It's gonna be a long story, so..." "...What?"