Match Story Novels & Stories

Paraiso is my hometown, and I am sure no one can cover the story better than me. “Oh. The problem is that the story has been assigned already,” Stella said. “Who is going to work on it?” Steph said, looking at Robert. She was praying that Stella doesn’t confirm her fears. “I have assigned the story to Robert,” Stella said, and the cup of coffee from Steph’s hands fell. Robert was on his feet in no time picking up the pieces of glass as Stella rushed to Steph’s side, asking her if she was okay. “How can I be okay?” Steph retorted.

No, no need to read the first one to understand this one, but probably some details will make sense if read in order. The other story - I am not sure if I will publish it here, but it can be found on another app - free - I.N.K.I.T.T - A pack of Rain and Pain. This story should change the name to - A Pack of Ashes and Hope - but on this app will maintain the same name. I am sorry for the delays, but the story will be completed. Have a great time everyone

This is my first English novel and has a grammar mistake and two Pov's in a single chapter. Read at your own will but I gurantee you if you ignore the mistake then you will love the plot and how the story will go. This novel is full of suspense, Romance, Thrill and amazing twist. You all will loved it. Again I'm repeating please ignore grammatical mistakes and this story has many Pov's. Its not a long story. You all will loved it.

This story actually has a happy ending! —The End

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

Run away keh 🙄🙄🙄🙄 This is serious oo The story is taking a new turn 😇😇😇😇 ❤️ I love y'all 😍

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

Louis knew his junior very well. The older man finally sighed and smiled. “Did you eat so late that you got sick to your stomach? Shall I order some food here?” Alain finally looked back at Louis. He felt grateful that his senior did not pressure him to tell the story. Honestly, he wasn’t ready to talk right now. In a situation like this, he was grateful because Louis was the first to meet him. His senior was very understanding of his condition even though he didn’t tell him anything. Perhaps it would be a different story if he met Brielle. The girl surely would force him to spill everything. She wasn’t a bad girl, but she couldn’t read the situation sometimes.