My Story Animated Novels & Stories

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

The first boy got annoyed and was about to slap the other boy when the storyteller intervened and told both of them to sit down. “Since all of you have refused to choose a particular animal, I will choose my own,” the storyteller said, and all the children murmured, but he ignored them and continued, “The animal I choose is man.” “Man!” Ibekwe shouted, and the storyteller gave him a stern look that kept his mouth shut.

We hope that you enjoyed this story despite its length, It is, after all, truly worth the read. And yes, do look forward to much shorter stories in the near future. For now, we will need to say goodnight and goodbye. This is your Supernatural Spa Storyteller, The Diwata, hoping that you come back once again for more mystical, strange, and even terrifying tales. Fare thee well...

At least I was nurtured by my parents during my informative years. As we continue to swim, a sudden beam of tropical blue appears in the water, stretching on for miles and I freeze in place as my heart lodges itself in my throat. My animai. I can’t believe it. I’ve heard stories my entire life about sirna finding their animai and I always tried to picture what it would be like, but nothing ever really prepares you for this. Ever since I was a youngling I was told that the water would lead me to my animai, and it’s finally happening.

com Thank you for your time reading this simple story JJJ I LOVE YOU ALL J Here For You, FelicityJ -The end-

"Mr. Carter, here's fifteen thousand dollars. I know Sheila used to splurge on us with food, drinks, and all sorts of fun, and it was your money all along. We had no right to take advantage of that. Please... I'm begging you to forgive us." I glanced at the card and got the picture right away. My studio was the new hotshot in town, and her little company just happened to have a project they were itching to work on with us. She was scared I would hold a grudge and mess up her deal, so she came to apologize before anything went down. How real, and yet, how utterly ridiculous. Did they ever imagine a day like that when they laughed at me, when they shamed me like I was nothing?

“But you did leave. You said you’d come to get me, but you didn’t. You said you’d come after finishing the lawsuit, but three days have passed, and you still haven’t shown up.” His fingers clenched around the green dinosaur once more. The plastic made a “crackling” sound in his palm. He bent the dinosaur’s tail into a U-shape, even tighter than before. “Dad says you’re very busy. Aunt Anna says you don’t want to come back. I don’t know who to believe.” His voice dropped half a tone when he said “don’t know”. The word sounded like something a four-year-old shouldn’t feel—full of exhaustion. “But I know one thing: after you left, no one told me stories anymore. Dad won’t tell stories. Aunt Ann

Anna asks, her tone impatient but curious, eyes flicking between us like she’s waiting for someone to finally spill the truth. “Once upon a time, there was a—” “No you don’t,” Shaw cuts in, interrupting me with a smirk. “This isn’t a fairy tale, so it shouldn’t be told as one. Which is why I’m telling her the story.” “And you think you can teach Anna about the history of werecreatures better than I can? You’ve been a werecreature all of what… five minutes? You know what, Shaw? Go ahead. Impress us with your epic storytelling skills.” I cross my arms, smug grin in place, daring him to try.

com (with just 1 'n') Feel free to share you thoughts/ideas about story, let me know what you like/didn't like and so on. I always love hearing from readers :) Have a good day! xoxo, Ronnie