Raw Story Novels & Stories

What a twisted story! I couldn't cry, I couldn't speak, I just stared back at the narrator, the mum I had known, all my life. This silence didn't apply to me only though, we all just sat there, letting it sink in. Travis' outburst was the first thing I heard after the silence had stretched for a while.

Let me take you to the history, I mean that time when Ard was not united. Before the appearance of the first king. Because the last time we had a good ending. Ending that every narrator loves and every reader hates. Suspense and a question, so I thought you need a rest from that and I brought you this new arc in which I'll tell you every detail of Ard's beautiful landscapes and the mysteries of its people. I have been here in the Ard from even before the beginning of time and I witnessed every single thing. I know more than any ardian. I am like air, it's everywhere. I am the narrator, you see me here and I'm nowhere.

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.

I tell her. She grabs my face to make me look at her. She has lost her mind. I can’t help her. She might be my cousin and best friend but I am not model material. “They canceled because Mr. Rockstar wants you to act as his girlfriend in Crazy’s new video.” She explains.

I told them, motioning for them to both sit on the couch. "What do you want to know? I will be honest with you." Declan started. "I had a strange dream, and I am trying to make sense of it." I thought out loud. "Are they my real parents?" I asked, gesturing to the main house. Talia shook her head, and looked down at the floor. "Who are they?" I asked them. "They are fae nobles from our kingdom. The royal family asked them to bring you here, and care for you after your parents died." Talia told me, sympathy in her eyes. I put my head in my hands. 'My whole life up to this point has been a lie.' I thought to myself. "What happened to my parents? How did they die?" I continued my interrogation.

It was my 22nd birthday party and my engagement party with Conrad. Maybe God wanted to give me a second chance; in the blink of an eye, I was reborn. Not only was I alive, but I was back at the age of 22. This year, Harmon International was thriving, and my father had made it into the top ten on the Forbes list. This year, Conrad and I were still not engaged. "Of course, she's having a headache," someone behind me chimed in with a tone of malicious glee. "Yesterday, Conrad admitted in front of the media that the little secretary is his girlfriend."

I grew up into a struggling journalist who couldn’t get an article published to save her life. Then my roommate from college met an editor at Rolling Stone, and the Rube Goldberg machine that is Fate was set into motion. After initially saying ‘no,’ followed by a great deal of agonizing, I agreed to meet Derek and write a story for the magazine. And so the Rock Star and the Girl From His Past were reunited, and they lived Happily Ever After, right? Nope. Not even close. The story has a happy ending, though not the one you’re expecting.

Three hours of performing earned me a five-figure fee, which was more than she made in a month. As for marriage, Wesley wasn't just the founder of one research institute. He was the heir to the entire Langston family empire. I would live like a princess for the rest of my life, while she couldn't even attend the wedding without sneaking in. Brianna finally let go. On her way out, she left a gift and a letter for me. All it said was, "I'm sorry." I stared at those words for a long time without speaking. No matter what had happened, Brianna was once my closest friend. We shared a bed, ate from the same plate, and when I twisted my ankle, she was the one who carried me to and from school every

Marc’s stomach plummeted. The secret was cracking open. He stared at the screen until it timed out. Rain kept falling. And tomorrow—coffee shop, 10 a.m.—the past would finally sit across from him and demand to be heard.

Julian said, "Deal." Elena started typing. The words came easily. They matched the rhythm of the city. She was not writing about people or ghosts anymore. She was writing about a man and a woman who survived the times and found themselves in a better place. The Rossi Events warehouse was going to be The Narrative. Elena was writing about Julian and her. They were the story now. The Narrative was their beginning.