Put Me In A Story Novels & Stories

I mumble before I turn and finally walk out of the building, heading to the roadside to get a cab to take me home. After standing at the roadside for what seemed like forever, I finally got a cab that drive me home. I just caught a jackpot today, and I can't just wait to get home and tell the tale of this epic meeting with my prince charming, to Clarissa. I'm sure she would be excited to know that I experienced what I write in my novels. "What title should I give to this story of mine?" I mumble as I cup my cheeks in my palm, giggling afterward.

My heartbeat accelerates as I read through the rest of the letter. “You do not believe me? Let me tell you a little story. Do you remember when you were nineteen years old and so intent on changing your parent’s situation? You do? That is where it all began. Buckle up because what you’re about to read might change your life forever…”

The limits are limited for everyone who doesn't care what a blessing is for can't understand why they were sent into this world but because few people try this kind of stupidity we always found a new and a great story. As you can have my own example, I'm telling you the story of that one person who alone triumphs the world and also I'm telling you about the one who doesn't care about the value of human blood, or maybe he knows…,? Who knows!? Finally they reach the place where they wanted to, Jenny has something in her mind. She is thinking what if the address is not right, what if the man is the culprit who’s sitting inside in his house, and other confusing thoughts are floating in her head.

Ariana’s breathing evened out, though she still held my wrist like a lifeline. To keep her calm, I said, “I’ll tell you something. A story. Remember how we used to do that when we got stuck in detention?” Her lips twitched. “Yeah.” “Good.” I smiled, though my face felt like it might crack. “Let’s do that again. Just like old times.” She leaned her head back against the wall, eyes half-closed. “What story?” “This one’s about me,” I said softly. “About everything I never told you.”

************************************** Due to my illness update got late. So, the update is here. I hope you'll like it. Forgive me for my mistakes. Please add my story in your library so get notification as i don't know when I'll update. Thank you for giving your time and choosing my story.

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This is a new story for you guys, Enjoy... "FAMILIARITY " *Everyone has a story about their first time. Some are sweet and romantic, some are incredible, some are bizarre and some are disasters. My story may be all those things rolled into one. When I think back even I have a hard time believing what happened. I do know that I wouldn't be where I am today without the incredible woman who dropped so suddenly into my life, a woman I met the fall of my second year at college. I owe her so much.

“Let me go!” “Put her in the dungeon. I know exactly what to do with her.” We are almost at the end, so I want to thank you for the support you have shown me, and I do hope you will vote and comment on this story to push it out to more readers. If you want more stories from me, know I have more on my page you can go read, both series and standalones. Both are paranormal romances. So please go check them out!

The Ghost: The Woman Jamia: ‘Where are you?’ Irina: ‘Starbucks,’ I said. ‘I’m having a burnout staying at home, so I am writing my story here.’ Jamia: ‘Is that a love story?’ Irina: ‘Hmmm, not really, but almost a love story,’ I said and placed the straw trapped between my lips. ‘It’s a sad story, though not tragic.’ Jamia: ‘Uh, I don’t like sad endings,’ she said. ‘What are you drinking?’

she pressed. I took a deep breath, a blush creeping up my cheeks. This wasn't just any story; it felt like the beginning of something special, and I wanted to savour every detail. "Well," I began, pausing for dramatic effect, "it all started with a wrong turn..." A collective gasp from my friends sent chills of excitement down my spine. Leaning in closer, I launched into the story, weaving a tale of a chance encounter, an unexpected connection, and a spark that ignited something beautiful in my life.