Mini Novella Novels & Stories

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Anyway, he and Minerva are divorced, maybe now Minerva is happy with someone new, she still has a chance. *** New York, 8:30 a.m. In a small house on a quiet street corner, Minerva opens her door to see New York in the morning. This is one of the most prosperous cities in the United States. She closed her eyes and let the gentle breeze blow her soft hair. Unexpectedly, she has been with this city for seven years.

“Yeah, just friends, huh?” I lowered my eyes from him and sighed yeah. “Maybe you could ask him about Mini, he had an interest in her at school,” Nova offered. I huffed in annoyance but did as she suggested “I thought you had your eyes on Mini?” He paused briefly before dropping his duffle bag and glanced at me. “Nolan explained to me that Mini only has eyes for girls,” he said firmly and I gasped. “Mini was a lesbian,” I mumbled softly. “Yeah and really liked you but then her brother swooped in and claimed his dominance,” Stanley said plainly.

I saved the file, backed it up, named it something so boring no thief would ever open it. Meeting_Minutes_131B. Boring is a skill. We were getting better at it. Outside, a hard winter sun pushed at the cloud cover like a shoulder through a crowd. I thought of Lena’s peppermint, of the way her voice didn’t break where it would have last week, of the small, precise movements that add up to a life not ruled by fear. The messenger had come for her one last time and found the wrong woman. I turned the page in my notebook. We had our words. Soon, they would have to live in the world. For now, they lived here, in this room, with our tired bodies and our handful of carefully sharpened mercies.

“I already regret dating a man who thinks body spray counts as hygiene.” Then she slammed the door in his face. Silence filled the apartment. For the first time that night, the anger faded enough for embarrassment to settle in. Two entire years wasted on a man dumb enough to destroy his relationship over cheap wine and bad choices. Her phone buzzed suddenly. Unknown Number. Winona frowned before opening the message. [Congratulations, Winona Hart.] [You have been selected for The Midnight Project, an exclusive immersive reality experience for rising creators.] Another message followed immediately.

However, the answer Claire got from her assistant ten minutes later was not something she wanted to hear. "Ms. Claire, we've confirmed that Mr. Robin left the country today. Before he left, he even threw away his SIM card. He probably isn't coming back." The moment Claire heard that from her assistant, she froze. Why had Robin left the country without saying a word to her? Why had Robin even thrown away his SIM card? Did he find out something? She had a bad feeling about this, and she instinctively sent a message to her friends' group chat.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

There's no way I'm telling my best friend his only purpose was to die. Stepping on the brakes, Zeke parked right behind the base. The base itself wasn't too big; it was dim and seemingly old, as if the building was abandoned. A forest encompassed half of the building, and the other half was covered in the night. I looked at Zeke before hopping out of the car and and silently closing the door. As he did the same, I slowly crept up towards the base.

But I haven't been able to make up my mind about it yet, so I'm still on the fence. "Web novels?" Miranda repeated in surprise. "What kind of web novels?" Mindy smiled awkwardly. "Urban romance." Miranda was speechless for a while. Mindy was a published mystery novelist. Back when mystery novels had been all the craze, Mindy made her grand debut with "Murder Weapon" and sold half a million copies. Later in the same year, her follow-up thriller novel, "The Deserted School", broke her personal sales record in a very short time as well.

Right before she turned back toward the board, I spoke out. “It’s based on a novella titled ‘Un Captiano Moro’ by Giovanni Battista Giraldi Cinthio. It was written in 1565,” I answered clearly. Everyone sitting around me was nothing short of stunned. Mrs. Shields’ jaw nearly hit the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Arthur’s expression. Pride. “My, my...It seems that you are far ahead of everyone else,” Arthur chuckled. I closed my eyes and inwardly groaned. Good God, what the hell? Was this really going to be my new reality—picking fights with teachers?