Make A Story Novels & Stories

The genre is Romance. You may do it at home and send me the story via email. Here's my email address: Jaime_Tejedor@storyandlife.com Regards, Jaime Tejedor I'm shocked by what I read, and I slightly panic. I need to create a story with a ten thousand word count! But I can't do that, and the deadline is tomorrow! What to do! I look at the clock, and it's already 10 pm! OMG! PLEASE SAVE ME!

So they then continue talking about the other things that they want to talk about. Neu and Nimura still focus on doing their work. And not long after that, they then generated an idea. Neu was thinking that maybe the idea that he was thinking will work. So he quickly listed down what kind of idea that he got for the story. He writes the idea that he wants to do. "So, I think that I gonna create a story about a quest to find the hero that will save the world. I was thinking about the alternative story. What do you think?"

A small gasp escaped my lips when I sighted something move really fast in the sky. Oh my God! It's a shooting star! I stared at it in awe, it was so beautiful. 'Make a wish' Closing my eyes I took in a deep breath. "I-I wish.. i would finally be happy for once in my life." Opening my eyes, I watched as the star moved pass me. I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling like things are going to be okay for me. I would finally be happy.

I look at the person who spoke. “Mom!” I yelled when I saw my parents and Shayne. “Congratulations, Bavina,” Mom and Dad says, I hug them. “Grandma!” Pauline yells. “Your hair is getting long, Bavina!” Shayne says that made me laugh. We’ve been through a lot, happiness, problems, pains, achievements, rejections, and we ended up to what God wrote for our story. We ended up with each other despite the pains we gave to each other.

People were already creating stories that weren’t even true, and somehow everyone was eating it up. Then an idea suddenly formed inside my head. If everybody wanted a story so badly, I would simply give them a different one. I immediately opened my contacts and created a group chat with a few old school friends. We weren’t exactly close anymore, but they loved gossip and that was all I needed right now. “Ladies, I need a favor,” I typed. “A very important one.” One of them replied almost immediately. “Girl, what are you planning now?” A smile slowly spread across my face while I typed my response. If I was going to do this, I had to do it properly.

She showed me how to make the story come alive, how to make it breathe, how to make it matter. I wove and wove, my paws moving through the threads with growing confidence. Finally, the story was complete. I looked at the Story Weaver. "What now?" "Now you share it. You tell it to the wolves of Silvermoon. You let it become part of their existence." I gathered the wolves in the great hall. "I have woven a new story," I said. "A story about love. A story about endurance. A story about the connections that bind us together."

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

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?”

Kanya POV I told Eros at length about my dream in his car at that time, even to the point where we were sitting at the cafe, and even after we finished ordering food. Like a very long fairy tale with a thousand chapters in it. “You look more like a storyteller. Ah, I forgot that you are an author.” “How are you impressed by my nightmare?” Eros just nodded as he fed the food into his mouth. I was glad he listened to me babbling, a story about a nightmare that even Samuel Wijaya is sometimes reluctant to listen to me. However, Eros listened enthusiastically; they are different.

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!