Lost Story Book Novels & Stories

“I want to fuck you properly. Come with me.” She didn’t give me time to fix my clothes. She just yanked my dress down enough to cover my ass and dragged me through the party, her hand possessively on the back of my neck. A few people gave us curious looks, but Lena didn’t care. She led me down a narrow staircase to a dimly lit storage room at the back of the building — probably used for party supplies. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she shoved me against a stack of boxes and ripped my dress completely off, leaving me in just my heels.

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

Leo replied with a smile. After spending some time with Sam, Leo and Dard decided to go to the address mentioned in the note, as it was the only family Leo and Dard had apart from each other, as they bid goodbyes with Sam, they entered the car together as the car was rushing towards the destination, as they were in the car a text message was received on the watch, which stated, "Dear Player, our game The Lost World will be active again in 8 hours, please be ready to log in again, you will be logged into the exact position you were logged out of before, Thanks for the patience!".

I say, because sometimes the only relief for heartbreak is to speak the loved one's name aloud. Lorena draws a shuddering breath. "We met when Loren, my twin brother, brought him home from school. He is an orphan with no family connections or status. But he is kind and brave and he made me laugh." A ghost of a smile touches her lips. "We would meet by this fountain at night, when everyone was asleep. He would bring me wildflowers and tell me stories about the stars." My throat tightens and even though I do not want to, I think of Miles.

I heard that the bridge in their avenue has collapsed due to the heavy rain. Silence Santos broke it..”So, wetin wan do like this?“ [what are we going to do now?] ”Let's go to my place then,“ said Dafe before turning his head to look at her. ”We'll find an alternative route for you when the rain stops.“ **** ”I'm sorry,“ She said out of the blues. Dafe looked st her from where he sat. Riri sighed and placed the hot mug of coffee on the table in front of her. ”I came back, you know. After the fight. But Santos told me you'd travel.“

“Unless you can find a way to switch it off.” “Why did this happen?” I asked. “Why me?” “What exactly did you see?” Marcus asked. He seemed to be the only one interested in my predicament. “The beginning and the end,” I replied. “That makes no sense” Kieran replied gruffly. I sighed. “And you think it does to me?” I asked in anger. “I think I understand it now,” Dominic said and began to pace around. “The Book is called the Book of Untold Story. So,what if all you saw were stories that have not happened yet. Possibilities, like Marcus said.”

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And as the evening deepened, their voices mingled with old joys and sorrows, the tale of curly pigtails and first loves lingering like dusk over the park they once called home. As the memory unfurled, their laughter faded into a hush, the weight of old heartache settling among them like a sudden dusk. It was Santos who, voice barely above a whisper, dared to name the shadow in their midst. “We never talk about what happened after,” he said, eyes fixed on the table’s scratched surface. “The day everything just…ended.” The others fell silent, their faces haunted by the recollection. That day—the day the world spun off its axis—had started with sunlight and ended in loss. Analina, their sunbeam

She'd worked tirelessly to gain his attention, now he was going to give it to her. "what do I get in return if I do have your sketchbook?" a boyish grin tugged at his lips. The lady before him gulped. "what.... what do you mean?" she asked. "well....." he took the book out from his back...she exhaled, her face relaxing immediately as she launched forward but he raised his hand higher, she missed grabbing it. "Hey.. Slow down" he grinned and she bit her lips... "let's step out... As you can see it's a working environment" he winked and walked away.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!