Long Story Short Novels & Stories

Why is it so hard to understand? I can't even recall the last time I was genuinely happy. As I forced out those words, swallowing my pride with a heavy heart, I tried to snap out of my mood by calling my buddies who were always up for some whiskey. In less than an hour they arrived at Concave Bar ready to party and drink till dawn. For a few minutes, as we drank and danced, Nathan suggested, "Hey how about we play a game to liven things up? It's Friday night, after all."

I smiled, selected a romantic film with a same-sex storyline, and sat down beside him as the movie began to play in soft hues across the room. The film unfolded through four short stories, each portraying love at different stages and in varying forms. The first story centered on two eighteen-year-old high school students, each quietly noticing the other from afar, bound by the awkward beauty of young attraction. In the shared spaces of their school, they observed each other, hearts fluttering yet hesitant, neither daring to take the first step. They existed in a delicate balance, close yet distant, until graduation loomed, and they finally confessed their feelings. Only then did they realize

Emma’s POV “Here we go,” Liam said exasperatedly as he plastered a fake smile on his face. “Just smile. I’ll do all the talking,” he whispered in my ear. “Okay,” I said, nodding my head and looking up at him thankfully. Truth is, I’ve always been a very shy person, especially when all attention is on me at once. If I had to speak right now, I had no idea what I would say. Aside from that, Liam and I never really talked about our ‘origin story’. I know he wouldn’t just want people to think we got engaged out of the blue, he’d want us to have a background story as to how we got engaged and we hadn’t sat down to discuss what that story would be yet, so I was quite thankful he was willing to spe

Yet, now, dozens of unread messages had flooded her screen, the notification count still climbing. Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise. Clicking into them, she quickly realized that nearly all of them were about Matteo. "Matteo's seriously messed up. Didn't he get his one true love back? Now that you're gone, he suddenly woke up and realized your worth. Please. What does he think this is, some dramatic novel where the jerk hero gets a second chance?

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

"It's not really a happy story, so you should probably not look at me with such anticipating eyes." He said, peeping through the corner of his eyes. "Don't mind my eyes, the story." I urged. "Fine." He replied, playfully rolling his eyes at me. "I grew up in the very troubled suburbs of Felanto. We weren't well off, but we managed to get by. I started getting scholarships from elementary school and tutored my sister, Kaila so she could start getting hers earlier-"

Third Person's POV Another six months passed, with Lorenzo's life gradually settling into a monotonous calm. He went to work, came home, ate, and slept. Like a soulless machine, he mechanically repeated each day. He didn't socialize, didn't go out for entertainment, and didn't contact anyone from his past. His only friend was Antonio, the only person who had stayed by his side after he lost everything. One evening, when Antonio came to visit, he brought with him a bottle of whiskey. The moment Lorenzo saw the bottle, his expression changed.

At a singles' night party, we played a game of "Never Have I Ever." My boyfriend drew a card that read, 'I have never betrayed my best friend.' The moment he finished reading it aloud, the atmosphere froze, and every one of our friends turned to look at me. Three seconds later, as if they had silently agreed beforehand, they all picked up their penalty drinks and downed them in one go. I was the only winner of that round, which meant I could choose either Truth or Dare for the losers. Without hesitation, I asked, "How did you betray your friend?" To my surprise, everyone fell silent. Just as my best friend was about to drink her penalty, my boyfriend suddenly pressed down on her hand. He

it was beyond any description. ...And I have only two days to solve her mystery. ************************************************** Please vote if you like this story. Shrinkhla Singh😃😃😃

Sanket asked They all nodded. "then I'm successful in it. I'm a good story teller." Sanket jokes "now you all go to sleep it's late night," Mishika said They all nodded and went to their rooms. "Why did you tell them this story, Sanket? They don't need to know about our past." Khwaish said and Mishika noded "I didn't tell them that it's true. I just shared It as a story that will help them in future. Now come on don't waste time you have to check on Ekansh as well if he need something or not," Sanket said