Novel & Cerita Short Stories With Moral

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

I suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment, so i turned my face away and just fell onto the bed without fixing anything. I pulled the duvet over me like a shield. My mind wouldn’t stop bringing up the possible Leon’s view of me now. I stared at the ceiling, my eyes wide open,not showing any sign of sleep. I replayed the sound over and over again in my head. That small, stupid click that ruined my wonderful night. “Damn it..” i muttered. My body was tired now and heavy. The tension that had been there earlier had drained the hell out of me, have spoilt my mood, leaving only embarrassment behind, crawling embarrassment.

Moral lesson A scar tells your story of how you survived . Never be ashamed of a scar. It means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.Each scar I’ve gained has been a badge of survival. It tells me that I was strong enough to beat something. It shows me the strength my body has to overcome whatever is thrown at it. Everyday I look back at my scars and I think about the stories behind them .They’re a sign of survival.The moral lesson for the story is to never give up . Sure there might be ups and downs but let's not forget that there is always light at the end of the tunnel.

Why does it have to be me? I look at the last page. I could not stop my eyes to shed tears. The End. Every fairy tales have a moral of the story and for this story, that is 'Be careful in making life decisions' or maybe 'Being a coward is sickening'. And frankly, every story had only two outcomes. It's either happy or sad. And I think mine is the latter.

Mrs Jonathan is confused. "Abraham told me the story, Mom. Right, Abraham?" Brandy turned to Abraham. "Brandy is right. Because yesterday a cat entered my room and nudged the jar on the table, then hit my head which was bowing down," said Abraham explained I know he's lying. "Ouch, this is bad. Do you want me to get you some medicine?" "No need, ma'am. The pain is no longer felt. After all, I love the cat who made my head like this," Abraham said jokingly.

"Before we start this fight let me tell a short story about a little girl. Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in the woods and had no friends. She danced and played around with the tress in the forest. One day, as she was sleeping in a hollow of a tree vicious men came and burnt down the entire forest killing the little girl as well. The end." "And what is that story supposed to mean?," I asked confused. "It means that you are going to be the girl that will go in for what your husband did to me," it dashed at me and I slashed my sword at it.

I sat up in the chair and began to write, to write the story of the woman in the forest: Once upon a time, there was a kind man. Everyone in town admired him for his kindness. One day he decided to explore the surroundings of the village a bit as a daily exercise routine when he heard a slight melody, it came from the nearby forest, for a moment he thought about it, it was still daylight, but the intrigue led him to venture into the depths of the woods.

"Alright, I’ll tell you. It’s a short story....one you both need to hear." I cleared my throat. "Once, a farmer had a prized yam, and he wanted to keep it safe from thieves. He thought he was clever, so he hid the yam in his goat’s pen, figuring no one would look for a yam there. The next morning, when he returned to retrieve it..." I paused, letting the suspense sink in. "The goat had eaten the yam. There was nothing left....just the goat licking its lips." The moral is simple: the yam should’ve never been left near the goat in the first place. In this context, Evans is the goat and you, Anya are the yam.

I murmur, leaning forward so my voice is a rumble between us, “let me tell you a story…” When she doesn't interrupt, I continue. "A bear had a cub, and it was very hungry. So one day he went hunting. He saw a human baby, abandoned, and decided to make it his cub's meal. He picked up the baby with his fangs digging into its skin and killing it. When he arrived at the place his cub was, there was blood." Charlotte's face creases but she remains silent, listening. "A hunter had mistaken the cub for a rabbit, and shot it. He stared up at the bear shocked to see a baby in its mouth. And the bear shocked to see his cub dead."

HA! You only get one life. Follow your dreams. NEVER APOLOGIZE for setting a goal and coming up with a plan to achieve it. I will help you. I promise. If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that we only get one. Life is short. And no matter how hard you try to soak in each day, today is the only day that’s promised. Yesterday is for memories and learning. And tomorrow is never promised. Don’t live in fear, sweet girls. Fear is a liar that will steal your joy. So live each day with love for others, love for yourself, and faith in something bigger than yourself.