Non Linear Stories Novels & Stories

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

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!

I cut him off. "Then it's fine. Is there anything you wanna do? Do you have any homework?" "I do, but I didn't bring any of my stuff." In the end, we just decided to watch some movies. After our talk last night, I kinda felt awkward. We're closer now, right? I mean, he told me some stuff about himself, so wouldn't it be fair if I told him something about myself too? Still, I don't think it's really the right time. I need to find the perfect timing to tell him about my illness. It would be better if I were honest about only talking to him because he has colors.

I told myself it was because I didn’t want it wrinkled. I type: He told me about his wife. Three dots. Then: Oh. Alina. No. Me: I know. Sienna: Do you? Because this is how it starts. He gives you a sad story, you give him your trust, and then you’re the other woman in a revenge plot you started. Me: It’s not like that. Sienna: It’s exactly like that. You’re forgetting the plan. I look at the coat. I look at the Meridian campaign on my laptop. We’ll keep the lights on.

"It's inconvenient now. Speak in Haranese." There was a deep inhale on the other end before Alex finally responded in Haranese, "Did you really get legally married to Rebecca? What are you thinking? Years ago, you went blind saving her, and she repaid you by leaving you at your lowest and running off with another man. "She nearly ruined you! And now you're getting back together with her?" Evelyn's mind instantly translated the unfamiliar words. As she processed them, an unbearable chill spread through her body, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice-cold abyss.

She knew that she could sneak out then. “All nurses’ report to the conference room” was heard in the hall, so this was her breakthrough moment. She snuck out of her room, down the hall and surprisingly out the doors. She started to run as fast as she could and soon ended up in the woods. No one would find her now since she had left her phone there and took anything they could get a scent on her with. Before she realized it she was at the edge of a cliff. She couldn't go back to where she came from, but now what was she going to do. Part of her wanted to just get all this over with and jump, but she already loved the baby inside her and knew that was not an option. So overwhelmed by stress sh

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

The stories she shared and the connections she forged created lasting bonds, breaking down barriers and fostering a sense of unity in a world that often felt divided. Recognizing the transformative power of technology, Luna expanded her storytelling initiatives into the digital realm. She launched an interactive online platform, "Storytellers Unite," where individuals could share their stories and engage in cross-cultural dialogue. The platform became a global hub for storytelling, connecting people from different corners of the world, encouraging understanding, and celebrating the universal threads that connect us all.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What would Kane do when he realized how dangerous this obsession had become?

he asks, I glanced at him as we walked towards the blackboard that is on its position already. I shooked my head, “I’m too focused on studying, I don’t have time to write anymore,” I answer as I get a one piece of paper on his hand to continue putting the papers. He knows that I’m a writer but he doesn’t know about Seafly. I have a plan to tell him about it but I don’t think today is the right time to tell him the truth. I also started the chapter one on the novel I’m working since I’ve finished the outline already. I want to focus on that next time as my readers keeps on asking me if I’m planning to publish a new novel again.