Novel & Cerita Long Story In English For Adults

"In that case, how do we convince them that this isn't just a marriage of convenience?" "We'll come up with a story, of course," he replied with a grin, pondering. "We can't fool my family just like that, so we need to act naturally. Let's say we have a childhood past." "Childhood past?" she blinked and thought. "My childhood... I was always with Darson. It's impossible for you to suddenly insert yourself there, especially since everyone knows we were meant for each other. The story would be unclear and unbelievable." "Hold it, I have an argument for that. You see," he began to tell a story. "When I was eighteen years old, I almost died once. I got into a fight with some street kids, thinkin

"It's inconvenient now. Speak in Haranese." There was a deep inhale on the other end before Alex finally responded in Haranese, "Did you really get legally married to Rebecca? What are you thinking? Years ago, you went blind saving her, and she repaid you by leaving you at your lowest and running off with another man. "She nearly ruined you! And now you're getting back together with her?" Evelyn's mind instantly translated the unfamiliar words. As she processed them, an unbearable chill spread through her body, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice-cold abyss.

She muttered. "Well, I can find love at any age. I want to be like mom and dad," She insisted stubbornly. Julian sighed, sipping his drink with a smile on his face. "Sit down, let me tell you guys a story," he said, voice loud and stern. Everyone settled down, looking at him. "Your mother and I have been through a whole lot. This marriage is not our first, we hurt ourselves in our journey. Infact, we almost died due to our foolish decisions," He started, explaining.

To him, I was nothing. "Why?" I whispered. "Why do this to us?" "Because 'The Old Mess' is a great story, Kaima," she said, standing up. "And people pay a lot of money to feel like they’re part of a great story. But now, the story is over. It’s time for the analysis." They led me down a hallway that seemed to go on forever. It was filled with rows of tanks—thousands of them. Some were empty; others held wolves, children, and elders. All of them were sleeping, dreaming of worlds that didn't exist.

"It all adds up." He was quiet for a moment, his hand still warm in mine. "I want to tell them everything," he said. "When they're old enough. Not a managed version. The full story — the debt, the contract, the way we started, all of it. I want them to understand that the most real things sometimes start as the least likely things. That a transaction can become a life. That two people who were meant to be strangers can choose to become everything." "Yes," I said. "All of it. Honestly."

BUT, AS YOU KNOW I MOSTLY PUBLISHED ALL MY BOOKS ON W*****D SO I SUGGEST THAT IF YOU WANT TO READ FAYE AND JAKE'S PARENTS LOVE STORY, YOU CAN DO THAT ALSO BECAUSE I'M NOT GONNA PUT IT UP HERE EXCEPT FOR THE PLOT. IT'S QUITE DIFFERENT FROM FAYE AND JAKE'S STORY COS IT'S AN ADULT FICTION AND VERY MATURE LIKE AND ALL, SO IF YOU'RE INTO THAT KIND OF GENRE (MAFIA AND BILLIONAIRE AND ROMANCE) THAN THEIR STORY IS FOR YOU, SO CHECK IT OUT ON W*****D UNDER THE SAME PROFILE I HAVE HERE. I'M SURE YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT. BUT HERE'S HOW JAKE'S STORY GOES;

,I sigh in boredom for having been listening to the same story for hours, so I decide to change the course of things a little: “ I'll tell you a very interesting story…”, I walk to my colorful sofa, sit down, cross my legs on the center table, and prepare myself for my most risky move ever. “ Don't make the same mistake as your father who stuck his nose where it didn't belong and had the tragic end we all know, I mean, you must not know as much as I do …” “ What are you talking about? I can't believe that Adam told such a serious family matter to you. “

This, dear reader, is the story of the world’s first, everlasting Doe. “Please…please tell me that this is not a children’s story…” Melissa said, boggled by the story she had just heard. “I never said it was a happy story and it’s not something you read to your kid at night. It’s something that schools usually make high school students read for a literature class, this is only part of the story. The real one is bigger,” Jax explained. “Her mother sold her. She sold her daughter,” Lola whispered and closed the book. She dragged her fingers over the pristine cover.

She narrows her eyes at him, “Adults suck.” He nods, “Yes, sometimes we do, and sometimes we keep things from you because it might hurt you to know. And we don’t want you to be hurt.” She sighs and unfolds her arms and nods, “There may come a day when you learn all the things we’re not telling you now, but it’ll be a while yet I think. Probably years.” She sighs again and nods, moving her knight to take his bishop. “You’ve got a good chance, if you can make me fight on two fronts.” She nods, narrowing her eyes,

"This is ridiculous. I'm crying over pastries." "They're very good pastries," Ahmad said seriously, then smiled. "And you're not crying over pastries. They ate slowly, savoring each bite, talking about nothing and everything. Ahmad told her stories about growing up in London, about the time he and his university friends had gotten lost in the countryside and ended up sleeping in a barn. Crystal told him about her childhood, about the good years before her father's gambling got bad, when he would take her to the beach and teach her to swim.