Sneeze Stories Novels & Stories

I have seen somewhere once the most dumbass man said, "True Narrator never narrates the whole story in the right order...,?" Author's note - People often ask me, why do I use " ...,? " this kind of punctuation to end any statement? It's because I think and believe, there's no full stop in the end of a sentence and if it is there, then probably the sentence/story isn't ended yet or maybe there's a comma to restart the story after a break but why a question mark? Because there's zero possibility of knowing next...,? His 2 Story !! Book 1 - I'm A Curse...,? Volume - 0 X - xperiment X - xpect X - xperience

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

“Hmm? Rumors about me? Haven’t heard about it. I just hope they were good rumors and not bad.” I rolled my eyes. “Oh come on. As if you haven’t heard any of those yet.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Promise! I’m completely innocent about those rumors. Tell me, what are those about?” “I don’t want to. It’s… embarrassing on my part.” “You’re blushing! Come on, I’m curious what these are all about.” What the hell. I could feel my cheeks heating up. Thankfully, we have reached the shower room. I was about to turn my direction toward the female shower room when Adrian held my arm.

I said, small. "Great," Dr. Hartman said and pressed a second star on my sweater. "Two today. You're being brave." Miss Vivienne's smile folded the air. "Do-Over Stories help us make better memories," she whispered. "When you tell them, they get stronger." After a while, the stories became like a repeated song. Miss Vivienne would tell one version and then ask me to say it back three times. Each time I said it, Dr. Hartman stuck another star. My hands got sticky with the shine and my chest felt both full and empty.

She missed the little one very much. … In the ancient castle at the bottom of Linders Range. In the garden, a little boy on a small bench suddenly sneezed twice in the silence. He put down his paintbrush and rubbed his nose. He had read that sneezing once meant one was being scolded. Whereas sneezing twice meant being missed. Since he had just sneezed twice, someone must be thinking about him. ‘Who could it be? ‘It’s definitely not the devil. ‘Could it be Mommy?’

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

“A-choo!” The sneeze was violent, echoing off the marble floors. Her eyes immediately began to prickle, the telltale heat of a flare-up blooming across her cheeks. She sniffled, reaching into her bag for a lace handkerchief, her vision blurring behind a thin veil of involuntary tears.

) *** Meanwhile, in the capital city, someone was sneezing back to back. "Achoo!". He sneezed and took a tissue as he hugged his arms and shivered. He tilted her head and watched up to the sky, "This night, Is the weather too cold, or has someone been talking bad about me behind my back?"' "Achoo!". He sneezed again and wiped his nose with a tissue the corners of his lips twitched "Does someone miss me?" A few seconds after his thoughts, he sneezed again, "Achoo!"