Story Driven Novels & Stories

“We found something. From Adrien’s old therapist. Someone saved their sessions. You need to hear what he said. How he thinks. It’ll help you see his next move.” Ryan took it with a trembling hand. “And if I don’t want to understand him?” Daniel’s eyes were tired but firm. “Then you won’t survive him.” Back in the dorm, Chris stayed close. He didn’t ask questions when Ryan curled up on the floor with headphones, plugging in the flash drive and pressing play. Adrien’s voice poured through the audio. “It’s not about making someone love me. It’s about becoming a story they’ll never forget. If I can’t live in their heart, I’ll live in their scars.”

“Someone discreet. Someone who understands hospital systems.” There is a pause as he listened to the voice on the other end. “Yes. Domestic abuse cases. Private wards. Unreported incidents.” Another pause. “No,” Ethan said softly. “I need it documented.” He ended the call and leaned back, exhaling slowly. He wasn’t angry anymore. He was focused. Somewhere in the city, a man believed he’d won by force. Ethan Reed would teach him what happened when violence met patience. And when money meets truth. And if there's one more game he has to play, which he hates so much... It's to meet up with an old time frenemy.

"So, you came up with the next plan to replace Eva?? What a sick joke is this?? Even though they two look alike, both are polar opposites, Dad. And most importantly, I don't love her. In fact, I was the meanest bully of her high school life. And now, as her sister betrayed me to such an extent that I wanted to burn down their whole family…" "Chris, think about your Granny. I haven't had another way. You know, she is very sick and wants to die peacefully seeing you have a happy family. I know, I am asking too much. But, for your Granny, do this. After she is gone, it's up to you people to continue your journey together or to go separate ways…" "Do you think I will ever accept that nerdy?? I

The limits are limited for everyone who doesn't care what a blessing is for can't understand why they were sent into this world but because few people try this kind of stupidity we always found a new and a great story. As you can have my own example, I'm telling you the story of that one person who alone triumphs the world and also I'm telling you about the one who doesn't care about the value of human blood, or maybe he knows…,? Who knows!? Finally they reach the place where they wanted to, Jenny has something in her mind. She is thinking what if the address is not right, what if the man is the culprit who’s sitting inside in his house, and other confusing thoughts are floating in her head.

-Well, Jaime, what does your wife say, doesn't she make you cough? ... -Lola no, no, she already knows and it's not the first time, since we got married it's the same thing. -But why? -Look, for me Lola was just an affair, but she got pregnant with my only son, I didn't want to get married, but I was forced to do it, from the beginning I told Lola, but she didn't care, she just wanted to get married and so we did it, she is only with me for money, but she knows perfectly well that if she cheats on me, I'll send her away, but sooner rather than later.

We composed ourselves after deliberately talking about the consequences of all this.We knew we accepted the deal more to explore than the blackmail.We agreed and confide ourself always like a team.The fear is still there especially that I know how submissive my wife can be.And Amellia being a captain has a dominant personality.

“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.