Storie Novels & Stories

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Aunt Francia started the story. Tears started to well from Mariya's eyes, but she decided to remain silent and just let the old woman finish telling her the whole truth. "Your father told me that Irina, your mother was a very simple, gently, warm and loving woman, and that's why he fell in love with her. She was a simple farmer and she was completely orphaned. And well, to make the story short, they both fell in love. And you came into this world, Mariya. Takeshi was planning to marry your mother, but due to unfortunate events, it didn't happen." relayed Aunt Francia.

If I hadn't married into the Moretti family, I would have been devoured by Vito long ago after the Bianchi family went bankrupt. But now, the husband I had shared a bed with for three years had personally handed me over to this demon. My hands were bound, leaving me no way to fight back. Vito tore my clothes off in one swift motion and forced me down in a humiliating position, taking hundreds of photos. His hands roamed over my body, and he even kissed my skin. His foreign touch made me want to vomit, but it also made me clearer-headed. While Vito was checking the photos, I brought my knee up and kicked him hard in the groin.

Recalling everything he'd done to Sylvie, Connor nearly drowned under his remorse. Just then, Anna abruptly found him. "Connor Shaw! Just how long do you plan on carrying on with this spectacle?" It was her first time screaming his full name. Looking up, Connor noticed Anna's tear-streaked face and red, swollen eyes. In the past, he would've immediately hugged her out of tender concern, but now, the only one he could think of was Sylvie. He brandished the book he was reading and said to Anna, "Look! Merpeople do exist! Sylvie is a mermaid. She was the one who rescued me from the ocean all those years ago…"

We sat at the very back of the bus so we can sit beside each other. “So, how’s your story so far?” Jake started, “Well I’m halfway through it.” I said kindly and looks at Xander who is looking outside the window not listening to us. “Can you tell me the story?” So, I told him how the story goes, I’m surprised he listened all throughout of it, “So will Cassiopeia die?” he asked curiously, and I looked at the window and noticed that we’re almost there. “I have to, or the purpose of the story will get ruined, and I’ll get disqualified in the contest.”

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. 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 the 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

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

He finished with an air of Finality, and the a round of applause followed. “$500,000 , Fabri” “$500,000 , Fabri” These were two different statements which undeniably were beautifully linked together. The name Fabri had a familiar touch to it. A sense of nostalgia hit me as Vegan has only just called out the name. I had long forgotten where I was. It was though I had been immersed into a depth of uncertainty. I had been bought by a Man name Fabri and of all names, it had to be that name. I know the name should be the least of things to be worrying about, but there are somethings that just have a hold of you and form the entirety of your being.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open. When she woke up again, her stomach felt empty. The only thing that had ever given her hope was gone. The effects of the anesthesia were fading, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made even the smallest movement unbearable. Tears streamed down her face. The baby was gone. Her future was completely shattered. Meanwhile, Matteo was at the nightclub he frequented. In a private room, he drowned himself in alcohol, frustration eating away at him. He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent night's sleep.