Random Shower Thoughts Novels & Stories

She has no memory of him. Yet she dreams of him. The mind might forget but the heart will always remember. All his thoughts were of her. The beloved that he once left to save from himself. Too long have they suffered in silence. Will love conquers all when all has been forgotten?

Cercei didn't expect the 'random' man she kissed on the street to make her cheating ex-boyfriend jealous was no other than Aaron Parker, a young billionaire in town. But what she surely didn't see coming, was Aaron returning the kiss to ruin his ex-girlfriend's engagement party. After this, the two managed to convince the whole town that they were an actual couple and although Cercei tried to remind herself, that she wasn't really Aaron's girlfriend and their relationship was a lie, but she couldn't help but want more.

Stephanie Young is left with a broken heart after her boyfriend Martin Clark forced her to abort their child. She decided to go to the club and offered a one-night stand to a random man. The decision on that night does not simply end there. The man she slept with was Lucas Miller, a billionaire from New York. Worse, Luke is Martin's business competitor. Luke went far by challenging Martin that he would take Stephanie from Martin’s hand. It was supposed to be a simple one-night stand, but now, where will it end? Find out more about the love-triangle story of Martin-Stephanie-Luke

When I started college, my new roommate secretly used my phone to take a selfie. She sent it to the guy I was in an online relationship with and added the caption: [Baby, do you think I'm beautiful?] My boyfriend replied with a giant question mark, followed by a voice message full of curses. "Just thinking about dating someone with that face makes me want to puke!" "Let's break up, you ugly freak. Stay far away from me!" By the time I got out of the shower and tried to explain, I realized he had already blocked me. My roommate, holding her own phone, smugly told me, "The streamer I've had my eye on just added me. He says he wants to start an online relationship." When I looked at the account, I saw it was none other than my ex-boyfriend.

Lived her life and trained on an island detached from the world. Ariadne is sent on a task to kill the most influential Alpha as an assassin. Oak Borough is not any random city and woods she has been to, the only thing Ariadne cares about is her freedom and power. This time something strange will happen to her as she meets Alpha Henry. Will it change her direction or could she be able to handle it? Will she find a mate? This is a story of evolution. An Alpha in his far away Abyss controls the outside world as these trained Beta kill.

Eden always thought her boyfriend was going to be her mate. Her heart is shattered when on her birthday, he finds out it’s her stepsister. She decides to get drunk to forget her woes and ends up sleeping with a random man at a bar. She is forced to marry the lycan king. And she has to make him believe her unborn child is his or she’ll face his wrath. Lying to the most ruthless and most feared man in the world isn’t going to be easy. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.

While my boyfriend, Caleb Lawson, is in the shower, I grab his phone on a whim and drop a message in the group chat he's in with his friends. "Guess who I'm with tonight." I expect them to say my name, but their reply blindsides me. "That freshman who used to chase you when you were a sophomore? She's obsessed with you. She's definitely easier than your girlfriend. Want us to swing by tonight?" My gut tells me he's hiding more than an affair. Just as I start scrolling through his messages with the freshman, a notification from her pops up. "Caleb, I agree to the threesome. I'll do anything you want." Seconds later, another message appears in the group chat. "Just be careful this time. We don't need another body on our hands."

I got off work early and walked into the living room, only to find my wife lounging lazily on the couch. And next to her? Some random dude I didn't recognize. "Babe, you know I'm obsessed with that sweet, milky smell," he said, sipping away like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. That was it—I completely lost it. Meanwhile, our baby was in the corner, crying her lungs out, hungry and ignored. I didn't even think twice. I grabbed the broom by the door and stormed in, ready to raise hell.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed inside and told the officer on duty that the killings weren't random—that the murderer was coming for me. They looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Then my husband arrived in a hurry and took me away. But the moment we reached our front door, a heavy hammer smashed into the back of my head. Through the blinding pain, I forced my eyes open, but I never saw who killed me. Now, staring at the grave expression on the news anchor's face, agony surged through every inch of my body. Rebirth isn't a reset. The damage accumulates—and sooner or later, it will torture me to death. Without hesitation, I walked into the kitchen and set a pot of oil to heat. And I waited… for the moment the lock began to turn.