Silly Stories Novels & Stories

He didn’t seem sad or down! “Story!, I can't think of any right away,” “Then make one,” “Huh! Why don't I tell you a story some other time?,” “I want to listen to one now, it’s okay even if it doesn’t make sense, just tell one..,” He just wanted to listen to her soft velvety voice and record it in the memory of his mind and heart for good, it didn’t matter what she spoke Samaira was amused with him acting this weird cute, a little boy trapped in a man’s body who wanted her to tell him a story

I then resolved to shoot for the sky even when I have no competition to motivate me. "What are you writing?", I asked, trying to feel less awkward. "I'm writing a story on Wattpad, "The Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". Would you like to read it and tell me what you think?, It isn't much. Just an author note and the prologue, which I'm writing that I want to publish tonight". "The title sounds cool. I would have asked for the synopsis if not that I don't like spoilers or anything that looks like it. I'm on Wattpad, so I'll read it and drop my review for you in your DM"

The night rolled on in a blur of laughing, teasing and ridiculous stories. They roasted Samira for the time she tripped during a big corporate event. Tasha told a story about accidentally emailing a love confession to the whole company. Devin swore up and down he saw a ghost in the break room once. Then Theo talked about the time Samira accidentally sent a draft ad with a massive typo to the entire executive board ("Best Crapper Rates!" instead of "Best Career Rates!"). Samira turned beet red, and she covered her face with her hands while everyone howled with laughter.

“I... I mean, we can do that, I suppose. ” “Great!” Millie lifted Hoppy into the air again “Do you know the story of the tortoise and the hare? Mommy told me last night! Hoppy wants to play that! Eat, mommy! Thea, too! Come play!”

Let’s see if we have another story in here to make me sleepy. The Whispering Shadows Once upon a time, in a quiet village nestled at the edge of a dense and mysterious forest, lived a mischievous child named Oliver. Oliver had a reputation for being the naughtiest kid in town. He would play pranks on his neighbors, sneak into forbidden places, and rarely listened to his parents' warnings. One day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the village, Oliver's parents decided it was time to teach him a lesson. They gathered the children of the village around a crackling bonfire and began to tell a story that sent shivers down everyone's spines.

"Once upon a time...There was a little white rabbit who, one day, ate a large carrot and with a bang, turned into a big white rabbit." Diana asked, "And then what?" John replied, "That's it." "That's it?" "Yeah." John furrowed his brow slightly, unable to hide a hint of embarrassment on his face. "Is it not interesting enough?" Diana paused, unsure of how to respond. It wasn't particularly captivating, but... it was cute. She said slowly, "Well, stories should be longer, more intricate, and a bit more fantastical. You know, like 'The Ugly Duckling,' 'The Little Mermaid,' and 'The Three Little Pigs.' Kids love those kinds of stories."

MELISA A fool, that's what I am. Surprise I’m scolding myself? Well… only a fool will drink over a heartless relationship. I just had a break up with my boyfriend of 2 years after walking in on him fucking his best friend and you know what is worse? —He is a fucking male!

Lily scoots closer and leans against my arm. “Tell me a story.” “What kind of story?” “Prince and Princess.” I pause for a moment to think. “Once upon a time, there was a prince who lived in the huge castle. He was strong and brave, but he was lonely.” Lily listens, her eyes wide and attentive. “One day, he found a Princes in the rain. She was lost and scared, and he brought her home. They fell in love and then—” Lily interrupt “That’s like you and that Scary Eyebrow Man?”

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”