روايات وقصص ضمن One Story A Day Book 1

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

Without wasting anymore time, she hauled up from her sit and went straight into the washroom to get herself cleaned and feed her stomach afterwards because time was running out. After a time lapse of full 30 minutes, now the old Empress was fully buckled up for another adventurous story except for the fact that she wanted this one to be somewhat less painful from the previous one. Sitting in her posture, she slowly opened the heavenly book and headed to that page directly from where the yellow flicker was radiating. It was the page that contained the second story for the second day. The moment she started reading this book, she knew already that she would have to come across 7 different stor

'He went on hunger strike. 'They had only one child and they could not feed him to his fill.' He sighed. 'Let children eat their fill, that's very apt, very apt.' 'Yes, one child and they gave him such a serious instruction. Can you listen to another one? Mmh…' She flipped the pages. 'I want you to enjoy this particular story. It's entitled 'A Battle of Will'.' 'The story that gave the book its title.' 'Yes. Are you still interested?'

I chirp giving her a wide smile. She doesn't respond, but simply looks away, turning pale. *** Days have passed since my shopping trip with my mother and today I'm spending the night with Miss Ann while mother works. Miss Ann is one of the nice ladies who work with mother. She watches me while mother works and will even tend to us when we are sick. I really like her! "Miss Ann, have you seen this book? It's one that mother got for me when we went out shopping. It's an old book on tactical warfare," I shout excitedly while practically shoving the book in her face.

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )

oh My God, this is a very unlucky morning for me to start *** Hey morning. Have you ever got rejected by your own family making you lose it. As I told you this story half way written out of experience ..read the next chapter to find out what happens

Daniel said as he leads the way. Rania didn't protest and walked quietly with him with her head low which filled of thousands of questions as they kept walking but suddenly - she bumped into something hard. Rania looked up it was Daniel's back - she gasped in terror and hides behind his back as she holds his jacket strongly. She closes her eyes as if she saw a ghost standing in front of them but in reality, it was a monster that was standing in front of them; One Monster who kills people without having mercy on them!

Sigh. Have you ever felt that you have to go but cannot make that first step? That is how I feel today. Cassy and Caleb’s story has ended, yet I feel sad at the thought of saying goodbye. I started this story December 2023, and since then, it has brought me so many firsts: * First book with more than 200 chapters, * First book with 200k+ words, * First book with a banner promotion, * First book with highest reads at 70.2k to date, and

“That’s all I want.” The next morning, Grace presented Cassie with a bound book, handmade, messy, magical. Inside were ten beginnings. Each story ended with the same phrase: “And she didn’t know how the story would end, but she wasn’t afraid anymore.” Cassie held the book to her chest. “You’ve written the truest thing I’ve ever read,” she said. Grace beamed. Later, while Damon was watering the garden and Cassie watched the girls chase the breeze, she whispered a simple prayer into the wind:

He took Elara’s tiny, sticky hand, guided a pencil into her fist, and helped her make a single, wobbly, triumphant mark on the paper. It was a smudge. A scribble. A beginning. “There,” he said softly. “Chapter One.” The Keeper’s Almanac, Volume One, was complete. Its story was one of defense, of repair, of quiet joy. Volume Two had just begun with a baby’ first mark. Its story was yet to be told, but it would be written in rolling over, in first steps, in the wide-eyed wonder of a child growing up in a world that had been fiercely, lovingly kept for her.