Raw Story Novels & Stories

Fortunately, she was great at her job. The Meridianam trip came and even though she knew that seeing Hayden Moreau was inevitable, she still hoped that she wouldn't. If only she could switch classes, or even switch schools, but that wouldn’t do because every move she makes will branch rumour after rumour and it will all lead to Hayden. “Welcome to Meridianam, you spoiled brats!” Leath wanted to cover her ears after hearing their history professor’s voice. Her anger for him seemed to reach the sky’s limit because even his very own breathing irritated her.

Dad exhaled deeply for a second and held me by shoulder and said, "Chris... Let me explain it. Eva… She ran away from here at the last minute…" I shrugged off his arms and said in disbelief, "No… This can't be true…" with the force I kicked the wooden chair, it shattered on the wall into pieces. "Calm down, Chris. If you like it or not, this is the truth. She left a letter for her parents explaining that she was not sure about the marriage. "

“You did what?” I took a deep breath and told her absolutely everything that had happened since that fateful night. I told her about the fake relationship deal that had quickly become very real, about Stone’s intense, burning obsession with my face, the dangerous club politics, the ugly accusations at the rest stop, Raven’s bitter lies, and the wild club run down the highway. I purposely left out the most violent, bloody details about Tank's punishment in the basement, but I absolutely did not sugarcoat just how intense and terrifying my life had become.

’ It read. Signed: Monroe With a little heart beside their last name. I got out of bed and reached for the phone camera I had hidden. The poor thing was out of battery, but I got the film out and grabbed my laptop. I put my earpods on and started playing the video, it was all there, from the moment I came into the room with Mrs Monroe up until the time Elena rode Marcus’s cock while I rode his face. Best fucking ride of my life I might add.

Even major magazines had begun rewriting their narratives. > “Zara Lane: From Fallen Star to Phoenix.” “Elena Morgan’s Confession Redeems Zara.” “Jayden Beanet Faces Backlash After Abuse Allegations.” Leo read the headlines with detached amusement. “They’re rewriting history like they weren’t the ones who destroyed you first.” “That’s how they survive,” Zara said quietly. “They build stories out of ashes doesn’t matter whose ashes.” He studied her for a moment. “You sound too calm about it.”

There would be nothing left but emptiness. After that, my father never showed up again. One day, Little Zoe came home carrying a letter and a cake. My mother showed me the letter. It contained the address of the house my father had promised, along with a bank card that had two hundred million dollars in it. We did not move there. We never touched a single cent of that money. The following winter, I saw news from Harbor City on television. Rowan Xanders, a prominent entrepreneur, had died at the age of twenty-nine from an old injury.

“Yes Yes! I’m a huge fan of them. I never fail to get myself a copy of their latest editions whenever they drop. It’s as if their stories speak to me directly” Rocky’s were a popular group of friends who documented their experiences in various aspects of life. They usually told stories revolving around Love, relationships, lifestyle and all that stuff. I had been following their works from the very beginning of it all and just like I told Madam Morello, I never failed to stay updated whenever they had a new edition out. “Wow! I thought I was the only one around here. You know, people thinks it’s stupid. My kids believe the stories are all made up, but I doubt that” She divulged.

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

I gave him a nod signaling him to tell mom the truth. "Mom. . . t-there's something I need to t-tell you," he shuddered. "What is it honey," she said looking puzzled. "You're gonna want to sit down," I said. She dropped her purse on the floor and came to sit next to me on the couch. "Well, I'm waiting," she said. "Uh, you remember Hailee right, Vanessa's friend?" he replied. "Yeah, what about her?" "Um, me and her. . .we've been having. . .s-sex," he muttered.