Story From History Novels & Stories

Noah I had always loved to read about the history of our people and how our incredible kingdom came together. My favourite part of history was when my father showed mercy to the northerners after they declared war. He accepted them even after their loved ones fought to overthrow us. I loved history so much because I was brought up with the knowledge that one day I would be king. I didn’t want us to make any of the mistakes of the past. I couldn’t imagine doing what the crazy old king did. I wanted my grandmother’s principles to live on.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

She gave me a rare smile, nodding at me with so much pride. History was my second favorite. Unlike etiquette, history had meaning. It wasn’t just rules. It was cause and effect. That evening, my history teacher unrolled an old map across the long wooden table. “This,” he said, tapping a section near the northern border, “was the site of the Bravern conflict.” I leaned closer, as the name stirred something in my memory. He began explaining how the fight started as a border disagreement between a royal outpost and a small farming village. It escalated into a skirmish that lasted weeks.

My name was Lola Sinclair, a young wife from a small farming town. My husband, Dominic DeLuca, used to work at a construction site. He was honest, hardworking, and willing to take any job as long as it could keep our family fed. We had two children, a modest home, and a life that was never rich but still peaceful. Then everything changed. Dominic fell from a height at the construction site and badly injured his leg. The contractor responsible disappeared soon afterward, leaving us without compensation. Instead of receiving help, we were forced to cover nearly one hundred thousand dollars in medical expenses ourselves.

Despite my dissatisfaction with her previous rude behavior, my focus alternated between the lamp and the king, intrigued by the unusual object she was carrying. I never heard much about the Alpha King. I allowed that matter to rest deep inside the pages of my history books that I haven't picked up yet. History, for me, was difficult to understand and memorize. Thus, I can only envision effectively based on stories from people. Moreover, the stories contained within those books often present just one perspective—the viewpoint of the victors. Rarely do they provide insight into the other side of the story, the experiences of the enemies, and the usurped.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

What I hadn't expected was for him to try to bury me with work all of a sudden to get me off his tail. "This contains the history of our kind from the first king to the third. We went through a period when we had no monarch," the Royal Historian said, picking up a book. "This book covers the history of wolves in the days when we didn't have a stable rulership." The book she produced next was the biggest I ever saw in my life. "Am I really to read all these?" I asked, rubbing my neck. I knew there would be work to be done but these books would take months to read.

She was sure that with grandma age, she most likely had more experience to tell and the complete story for her. “Of course, Luna. It’s my honor to tell you the history of Blue Moon’s most tragic aggression that we still recall to this day…”

Eren spoke calmly, his voice didn’t have a single trace of hostility, for he hoped she would understand, and maybe, just maybe, his earlier actions against her can be forgiven, and then they, together, can find out a way to save the world and write down a new history with a brighter future. “The tricky thing with such stories is that they happened too long ago. and time, my fair lady, is more than capable of blurring the lines between realities and lies.” “Yo...You mean that the history of mankind is a lie?” Sara, even though she was still scared couldn’t help but ask.

If you must tell a story, then you should tell the story from the start to finish. But this time it was i who was telling such stories to my children at bedtime, a story which is not meant to be told at such a bed time rest, but this is not a story as it ought to be. Do you call History of one a story? In general stories could be anything fake or real but to me it was not. To me the History of my people was never a story. No it should be called the way it was... a History. This was going to be me in that story, pardon me i have made error calling the History of my home a story. Again i seek for remission of sin from the gods of my home land if it be an atrocity to tell the younger ones such