Private Story Name Novels & Stories

She asked, setting down her mug. "This might sound like a terrible lie, but I can't recall anything about myself other than the fact that my name is Eiran Richards and I like my chocolate without milk." I replied, massaging my temples. "Well, my name is Theresa Morgan, but you can call me Granny." She smiled. "As for your memory, what's the last thing you remember?" "Waking up on some stranger's lawn, not a nice man by the way." I sighed. Granny stared blankly at nothing in particular for a while, her thumbs rubbing against each other.

Mmmmuah"! A clap of satisfaction was given to him by the audience as he walked back to his seat. Mr Lucas collected the microphone and rounded up the speech with a joke, saying.... "Now that the grandfathers of triplets Amelia, Donald and Anderson have given their own vote of thanks, now it's my own turn to do so being their day's Master of Ceremonies". Everyone laughed as they clapped...to cheer him up. He began... "The title of my story is..."The Cat and the Single Hen"! He continued...

Another month, and another trip out with the company. At this point, I am getting used to all the outings I take part in as a Companion. Although my anxiety over Kain and his reasoning have not vanished, I have come to terms with the fact that he has my best interest behind all of what he does. My fanbase has grown little by little, and Kain has fed me some tales to tell Jane to get her to spread my name among her group of friends and interested parties.

I washed my face and came back to the room when an old lady came to me. "Madam, I am Julia, and I am here to assist you. Mr Hayes wanted you to get ready as we will be leaving for the mansion in fifteen minutes." She informed me politely. So, this is it… I have to go… But… I felt a lump in my throat as I thought about the rest. "Umm… Aunt Julia, please call me Ava. I need to take my backpack from my home." "Madam… I mean, Ava, it won't be necessary as Mr Hayes had instructed you not to take anything from your family. I am sorry…"

“He has no reason to. You're so careful about what you say that sometimes I think you're more afraid of him than I am. The black eyes gleamed. — What do you think of my brother? I bet you're scared to death of him too. — Enough, Nizea . Fleur remembered it was the teacher and rose with authority . “You're getting too sassy. I better go. His voice shook. “I didn't mean to be bold. It's just that when we're away from school, it's hard to think of you as my teacher. I consider her one of my friends. Fleur couldn't resist the praise and the sincerity with which it was said: “If you want me to stay with you, we need to do something. — I wrote a story last night. My leg was hurting and I couldn't

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

Um ... What should I tell you? Something interesting and with many adventures? Or a drama full of mystery? Good! I have the perfect story full of all that and more! Listen carefully. A long time ago, a story was told about two princes who knew nothing about their origins. That is why they had no real names. One had orange eyes like the sunset and yellow hair like the rays of the sun. The other prince was completely white, only his pupils were red.

"Hahah. Is that how you get girls to say yes to you?" "Uhuh. That's how easily I can get girls. So I have a girlfriend named for almost every letter in the alphabet." He said matter of factly. Jeesh! This guy is mighty proud of his folly. "Ok, name the the one with letter X." I said laughing not taking him seriously. "Hmmm, Xenia, the girl with a big butt! Ghhaad, I love girls with big butts." My eyes widened with his revelation. Is he for real? So would I make it to his list? I had a petite figure but my bubble butt is my greatest asset.

She didn't even get a chance to reply as Ms Jacobs took the words right out of her mouth. "Class, we have a new student," she addressed. "Introduce yourself, young man." I continued to stare at Ally wondering what had gotten her so wide-eyed. "Hey," someone said. The voice sounded alluring and familiar but I didn't look up, trying to get Ally to relax. "My name's Franklin . Franklin Blackstone." If suddenly Bigfoot walked into the room and started dancing to All About that Bass, I'm pretty sure I would be less shocked. My eyes lost focus as my body temperature dropped and froze my muscles and bones.

And they’re both already part of my story—whether they know it or not. Okay, so my plan? To twist this whole insane event into a story. I sit down, feeling the adrenaline still buzzing through me. My female lead will be named Alexa—someone strong but flawed, like me, only thrown headfirst into this dark, twisted world. With that, I begin to write, transforming what’s been happening into a narrative.