Long Story In English For Adults Novels & Stories

He waved to the waiter who'd just appeared at the table and was taking more drink orders. "I'd much rather hear about you," I told him. And I meant it. Looking like my sister was one thing. I'd dealt with that my entire life. Pretending to be anything more...I wasn't sure I could do it without bursting into tears. For her. And for me. He ordered us some wine, and then with a wink, he said, "I'll tell you about my boyhood growing up in Italy." "I would really love that," I said in all honesty. And I settled in to hear his stories.

Rick asked as we walked back to the other end of the pack house. “It's a long story, and it happened long ago. Long story short, I was young, alone, and hungry. I didn't have anywhere to go or anyone to turn to. I met someone I thought was nice, and he offered me a place with a roof over my head and three meals a day. I was young and didn't realize what I was getting myself into until I was in too deep. Once, I was in too deep, and there was no getting out. When you're in, you're in,” I said, and he shook his head as he clicked his tongue.

Serge whispered. It wasn’t unusual for them to be in situations like this—somewhere they shouldn’t be, doing something they couldn’t explain. They were both the children of mafia leaders. Their families had been enemies for as long as either of them could remember, locked in a constant struggle to take control. Neither side had won, but that didn’t stop them from trying. _________ 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

"Well, do the honors." Rolling my eyes, I chuckled and did an indian sit on the bed. "Come on, seat comfortably. It's going to be a really long story." They sat properly while Adam remained on his back, rubbing my back. "Ready?" They nodded. "Alright, it all started when I was waiting for your uncle Andy..." And then the story goes... The End ♥

“She’s the last person on my mind when I sleep and my first thought when I wake up. I miss her when I eat, study, sleep. I feel like crying loudly when I go into your bedroom and I see her empty space.” “Honey, but I’m trying my best to fulfill all your requirements. You know you’re my eldest daughter and I love you more than anyone” My dads eyes filled with tears as he spoke to me. “This huge mansion full of furniture and a 100 servants is still empty without mom. These fancy dresses and money can’t replace my mother.” I cried. “There’s no one to look after Anna and Zac. Anna is just 15 and Zac is 10. They need a mother. I totally agree that you’re trying your best and you love me the most

She traced the point of the letter opener up and down his thighs and back to center. She tapped resolutely, once there. He sucked in a breath and she watched him get hard. “I know, I think I’ll tell you a story. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. It’s a short story, so listen carefully. There will be a question after. Once upon a time, there lived a girl who dreamed of running her own business, getting married, and having a large family. But one day, an evil man—that would be you—and his evil friends decided it would be fun to play soccer with the girl’s body. They kicked her and punched her like a piece garbage on the ground. The cowards left her in the desert to die, but the funny thing about it, s

"No! Adults' life is hard. The devil aims for them. The angels get afraid of them. And they got horrible things to fight like lust and desire." "Lust and desire?! Who told you about things like that?!" "A book I found in your father's library. I told Uncle once that I want to become an adult soon to be able to protect myself and my loved ones, instead of always being the poor princess in distress. But Uncle said that being an adult is even harder than being a kid." Carl sighed and hid his face with his hands: "I do not think a girl your age should know about such a thing" "I am a woman now!"

I saw a few of the adults sighing, looking tired as hell and I decided to eavesdrop on their conversation. ”I need a cigarette so badly,” ”I need a scotch,” one of the other women said and they laughed. ”I don’t know why I signed up for this, I knew how Molly and Casper behaved at home, why did I think the woods would be any different?” She asked and patted her pockets where I guessed her cigarettes lay. One of the other girls nudged her arm and they all looked to the side. The children had gathered in a circle on the ground and were telling stories.

It was the collective deliberate distraction of their lives. And hence the ploy to dismantle Deuta’s lesson-plan, to unsettle him and me. But Deuta, with all that he had learnt and experienced in fifty seven years of his life, never failed to surprise me with his smartness. He always had a counter-ploy. He easily gave in to their mood, and instead of teaching the nuances of language, he would start telling a story on one condition. That while telling the story, he would only speak in English, and if we were to ask any question, we would also have to speak in English. The class would comfortably embrace silence.

Before you start reading Be aware this is a love story with a mature content 18+ only. The story is not inspired of real life events or people. Any resemblance of names, characters or places is pure content of my imagination. If at any point you feel that the story is not for you, please leave peacefully. This is my first story and I am trying to improve my writing skills so please be lenient. Thank you for choosing it. Enjoy the reading! 🤗&💋