Story Like Novels & Stories

Nana Spending nights thinking about a masseur you met just once was a bad habit. But when have I ever said I had a good habit? I had always dreamt of being touched every day by different men. I didn't like being touched twice by the same man, variety was the only thing that kept me interested— so I tended to book different masseurs every single time I went for a massage. But Conan's hands felt so good, they were an addiction I didn't want to break. For the first time, I wanted only one pair of hands on me.

"Ishh, I want to tell you. Listen!" "What story? About your ex again? Haven't moved on from him yet?" Evi had guessed first. Lately, Dita had been talking about her ex, whom she had dumped for cheating on her while she was still dating him. Dita was the one who decided, she was also the one who was gamon. "No, I've moved on," Dita lied. In fact, she still loves and hopes that her ex will return to her. "Good. So, what's the story?" Evi asked, adjusting her sitting position comfortably.

Caroline blushed. “I want to confess something Caroline.” My dad spoke to Caroline as he held her hands. “Yes please sir” She said after holding his hands tightly. “I need your support. I need someone just like you to look after me and my family. Please don’t say NO. I beg. I couldn’t control my tears when I saw Lana being so emotional about her mother. I know we’re perfect for each other. I can the shadow of my wife in you. Your eyes resemble hers so much.” My dad insisted.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

When she and her friends were having hotel-standard dishes at Bali, the cheap prices delighted them extremely. Jake ordered pasta with salmon caviar, grinning at Hart who merely mumbled, “baked fish rice”. He was indeed a fish out of water. Myra pretended to indulge herself in her newly downloaded bakery game app. She didn’t want a part in their war over her. Her only wish was for everything to be over, so she could find out what she needed from Jake.

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But her aunt’s gentle concern was like a key turning in a lock, and suddenly the words came pouring out. She told her everything—about her classes, her friends Fiona and James, and even her rivalry with Alana. The story flowed out of her, each word dredging up emotions she hadn’t allowed herself to feel. By the time she got to the fake stalker incident and the blog post, tears streamed down her face again. Her voice cracked as she recalled the humiliation, the fear, and the helplessness. Mrs. Smith listened, tears in her own eyes as she held Ashleigh’s hand. “Oh, my dear,” she whispered, her heart breaking for her niece.

She rattled on about how she loves to read books especially love stories and how happy she’s to get a new friend who happens to share the same hobby with her. I don’t fancy love stories because I can easily predict what’s gonna happen next like who wouldn’t? Besides, it’s kind of boring to read the same plot repeatedly; boy meeting the girl, girl meeting the boy, starting from simple infatuation to attraction, then one of’em will confess, and BAM! They start dating and blah blah blah. It’s predictable. I’d rather read genres like adventure, action, crime, thriller, fantasy, etc., where things’re not much predictable plus you’ve to use your brain. At least you can learn something new. “Here w

[ ]- when this symbol appears it means the first person thinking or talking himself alone. ' ' - when something is important that have to show or to tell. It's more on like specific. " "- this is for conversation, everyone use it as it. ( )- It's me the author speaking. My first story tittle " Love me. Like you always do. " It's about gay things. If you are not into BL/Gay things my story is not for you. It's on-going so you can catch up. Readers, I hope you suppo me as your BL contain writer. Leave comment that can boots my energy to update. (⌒.−)＝★

she pressed. I took a deep breath, a blush creeping up my cheeks. This wasn't just any story; it felt like the beginning of something special, and I wanted to savour every detail. "Well," I began, pausing for dramatic effect, "it all started with a wrong turn..." A collective gasp from my friends sent chills of excitement down my spine. Leaning in closer, I launched into the story, weaving a tale of a chance encounter, an unexpected connection, and a spark that ignited something beautiful in my life.