One Paragraph Short Story Novels & Stories

miles says as he staggers into the car. " are you ridiculous, you were asking even for more " I say as I guide him. " But is was you who dragged me into going there " he says groaning. " I know what exactly you need " I say an idea popping into my head. *** Hello good people. A goodafternoon to you all. Cm continue reading my story. I have a complete short story " my roommate wants a piece if me " and then this book is ongoing and free to read. You can also recommend them to your friends. Thanks

One minute of pleasure can lead to a lifetime of problems. If only Ace knew that his ‘One Night Stand’ with Rita would result to an unwanted pregnancy that will in-turn cause a lifetime damage to his union with Belinda, then I guess he would have zipped up his trouser and commanded the Devil to Flee. Majority would say the ‘Baby Switch’ was fate, but do you think such an incident would have happened in the first place if Rita didn’t give birth at that same moment Belinda did? A little twist could have prevented that switch but it’s quite unfortunate that everything turned out the way it did.

You're welcome in advance. It was just texting. No voice. No video. The method her words settled in his chest, it felt like presence. Later in the day as he was icing his knee, he picked up the book again and noticed a scribbled note in the margin. “Some stories aren’t about escape. They’re about returning as someone new.” He didn’t know if she wrote it or if the author did. But either way, it hit. He looked at the untouched tea up until it went cold.

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

What they failed to notice was that I had been standing behind them the entire time, holding a body-cam recorder. The faint smile on my face vanished. My voice turned sharp. "Impressive." I spoke slowly, laying out the facts. "In less than an hour, I went from being a human trafficker… to a police officer. And just like that, the cause of a critically ill patient's post-surgical infection, without any new tests or evidence, shifted from 'unknown' to the family's fault."

Emma's POV I tell him. Not everything all at once, because everything all at once is not a story, it is a collapse, and I have spent two years turning what happened to me into a story that I can carry rather than a collapse that carries me. So I tell it the way I have learned to tell things when they matter, which is slowly, in order, with the exact weight each part deserves and no more. I tell him about the marriage.

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

Then— CRASH. The plate slipped from my hands, shattering at my feet. Silence. They heard. They saw. *Fuck*

Tatum asks before kissing me. "Yes. I can't wait." I quickly remove my clothes and put them on a branch in a tree. "I'll take care of everything. Just trust me." Zara says in my head. "Okay." I wait, and suddenly, my body feels like it's blowing up. It's growing, and my bones are shifting. The pain is excruciating, but I just take a few deep breaths and wait for it to stop. When it does, I look down and feel dizzy. Is this what it's like to be tall? I look toward Tatum, and he looks small. He's staring at me with a huge smile.

he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead, “was merely the first page of our story.” Their story ended there, with Cora wrapped in the arms of a demon, her body sated, her soul promised, and her future a terrifying, exhilarating blaze of unknown passion. She had gotten everything she had ever fantasized about, and she had never been more perfectly, completely damned.