Play A Story Novels & Stories

One wrong step and Calvin would know I’m pregnant and I don’t want that. “Where are you staying? Maybe we could hang out after dinner.” Sandra said but Tobi is fast enough to decline her offer. “Sorry, Andrea and I have a lot of things to try tonight.” He replied making my forehead creased. What things are we going to try tonight? Calvin’s forehead creased at what Tobi said. “What things are that? Maybe we can do that also.” Calvin uttered. Tobi chuckled. “I doubt we have a lot of positions to tackle tonight, am I right Andrea?” Tobi said and being the stupid one.

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

“Do you ever think about the girl I used to be?” “All the time,” she said. “But I see the woman you are now even more.” We didn’t say much else. We didn’t have to. The silence between us wasn’t heavy anymore. It was healing. Back at the apartment that evening, Mara convinced everyone to play a storytelling game. One person started a sentence, and the next had to continue it, no matter how absurd. It quickly devolved into a bizarre tale involving a talking dog, a missing donut, and a time machine powered by anxiety.

Brahms was awake, talking, and she answered with half her attention while her hands managed the blanket, the pillow, the water cup, and three other small tasks. They spoke in French. “Tu veux que je te raconte une histoire?” she asked softly. Do you want me to tell you a story? “Non, maman. Je veux jouer aux cartes. Tu sais que je gagne toujours.” No, Mama. I want to play cards. You know I always win. “C’est vrai. Mais parfois, il faut laisser les autres gagner.” That’s true. But sometimes, you have to let others win.

Anyways, I will going to tell you already. These stories really stand alone, okay? That means, you can read them even if they are not consecutive and read them in a shuffle, it will have no effect on the story. It wil be just your choice. So, I think that would be all. Please add/follow me on my f-b if you want an update hehe. Let's just watch out for Amethyst and Aivan in a Inother book. Again, thank you very much. /WitWitch/

Hellooooo everyone. 💓🔥 what do you love about the story? I'd love to hear! spoiler? THE STORY'S JUST GETTING STARTED!! brace yourself for twists and turns!

“Uhh, no, no, you don’t wanna hear, Greta.” Greta smiled. “Oh maybe, I do.” Mac lowered Jai’s hand albeit forcefully. “Yeah, the lady wants to hear some stories. So let’s be polite and give her what she wants.” Jai sighed silently. ‘This is going to be embarrassing… And I thought we’re going to have a peaceful way back to the kingdom,’ he lamented in his head. He then let Mac told the story of him playing with the orphanage children better than his control over energy. Jai sunk into his seat in embarrassment even though Greta was looking at him in awe and amusement.

Me: uhh, I don't have any stories Chubi : then sing me a lullaby I sighed Me: I don't know any Chubi : what kind of a sister are you? I chuckled Me: lie down and close your eyes, I'll tell you a story and you'll have to imagine the characters Chubi : okay sis He laid down and I covered him, his bunny was in his arms

Jack happily chirped on the other side of the line. "So what? What should I do? Dance on your tunes? Or announce it to all. See my boyfriend cook lunch for me. Everyone does. So what? Don’t I have a life outside? Just ... Just fuck off". He switched off the phone and started his car to go to his home.

Tell me all of that was a joke, and I'll fill your entire closet overnight. ‘I'll buy you so many new, beautiful shoes.’ I listened to every word, numb and hollow. Nothing stirred inside me anymore. No matter how intricate or how beautiful those new shoes might be, none of them would ever be as special as my first pair. Whatever Declan and I once had was over. It had burned to nothing but ash, just like those shoes. I walked out barefoot, and not a single ‘family member’ came after me. Only Petra's voice lingered behind, dripping with satisfaction. "You're really not going after her? She looked pretty upset."