Story Like Novels & Stories

That just earned me a chuckle as I got my phone to pair up with his Bluetooth in the car, within seconds the reading started. ‘Akarnae by Lynette Noni’ Starts up. “Wow this sounds like a Harry Potter story,” He told me, I smiled at him, “It sounds like it but it’s more a mixture of Lord of the rings and The Chronicles of Narda. Do you not like Harry Potter?” I asked, “No, but it’s kind of like that.” He starts laughing, “Kiddo it’s ok I know it’s not Harry Potter, but I do like your taste in stories.” He said, sounding happy, I smiled out the window making sure he doesn’t see that we could get along well if we like the same things.

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

The Ghost: The Woman Jamia: ‘Where are you?’ Irina: ‘Starbucks,’ I said. ‘I’m having a burnout staying at home, so I am writing my story here.’ Jamia: ‘Is that a love story?’ Irina: ‘Hmmm, not really, but almost a love story,’ I said and placed the straw trapped between my lips. ‘It’s a sad story, though not tragic.’ Jamia: ‘Uh, I don’t like sad endings,’ she said. ‘What are you drinking?’

The next day started like any other—except it wasn’t. Our mutual friend caught me by my locker, leaning against it with that smirk she always wore when she thought she knew everyone’s secrets. “Do you like him?” she asked, eyes bright and teasing, like she already had the answer. I rolled my eyes, annoyed that she even asked. “No. Of course not.” She nudged me, leaning closer, her grin wider. “Girl… he’s obsessed with you. Just admit it and go get your man.”

I could see her smile sweetly. I let out a sigh, then just thought of Kayn and Elein. "Would you like to hear a story?" I asked. "Is it one of those where you save everyone and become a national hero?" She asked without answering my question. "It's a story of sacrifice," I said with a bitter smile. Some years ago, I was recruited under Lieutenant Elein, and she was a strong woman who was afraid of nothing. "Nothing? Like a superheroine? " She said innocently

I mean, who wants to read a story about an introvert finally achieving her dream to escape reality and have something magical to her life? Wow, that sounds adventurous. How awesome is that to finally escape reality? I’d probably read it. Of course, I’ll read it! I want to live in my imaginations and I can relate to the main character! If that’s the case, then I’ll make my story count! I just hope that the drastic change won’t come sooner. I have to build that rising action. Train like the karate kid or some shit just to look badass. Ok. That’s decided then. I closed my eyes and smiled in content. Happy with the newfound motivation.

Well, a thumbs up aren't bad after all. Just know that in a world where troubles doesn't seem to end quickly, fictions can give us a rest ~~~ LOVE ABOVE STORIE. <3 <3 <3

“He has no reason to. You're so careful about what you say that sometimes I think you're more afraid of him than I am. The black eyes gleamed. — What do you think of my brother? I bet you're scared to death of him too. — Enough, Nizea . Fleur remembered it was the teacher and rose with authority . “You're getting too sassy. I better go. His voice shook. “I didn't mean to be bold. It's just that when we're away from school, it's hard to think of you as my teacher. I consider her one of my friends. Fleur couldn't resist the praise and the sincerity with which it was said: “If you want me to stay with you, we need to do something. — I wrote a story last night. My leg was hurting and I couldn't