Story Like Novels & Stories

"What are you going to do?" "I don't know." Daggy looked over at Britty, who had fallen asleep in the chair with her head resting against her knees. "Does Lincoln know you used to be involved with the alpha?" "No, he knows I left pack territory but I never told him why or who I was running from." "I just told him I'm pregnant looking for a man and I wanted a fresh start, which wasn't completely untrue." Her mother stood up and moved to the window, looking out at the parking lot below.

Because someone who treats you like this… someone who cheats, lies, manipulates… doesn’t get to control your heart forever. Not me.

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“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

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I said, rolling my eyes. “What do you mean?! How sure are you?” he asked, shocked by my abrupt response. “Remember the night I had sex with a lady?” I asked, anticipating a reply. “Raymond, you always have sex! Your life revolved around it. Hit the nail on the head, homie, I ain't got enough time” “The truth and dare game I played years back. I was told to have sex with a street girl which I did without hesitation. Remember that night?” I asked, taking a deep inhale.

he asked, disappointment laced in his tone. “Tell me a story,” she said, watching as his expression shifted from disappointment to confusion. “A story?” he muttered. “What kind of story?” “Don’t you know what a story is? Bedtime stories, novels, memoirs, biographies—things like that.” “Is that a joke?” he laughed. “Your lifestyle is so boring. How does a story entertain anybody? Horror, thrillers, silly romance, history—blah, blah, blah. It’s a waste of time.”

"We'll accept your challenge. Who starts?" One of the arts and entertainment students, a girl with dark hair and piercing green eyes, stood up. "We will," she said, her voice smooth and confident. "Now, gather round, children. This is a story about love, betrayal, and revenge. It's a story of two kingdoms, separated by the sea, and the prince and princess who dared to defy their families for the sake of their love…” The arts and entertainment student's tale was captivating, weaving a story of love, intrigue, and betrayal with a flair for the dramatic. As she finished, her peers erupted into applause and cheers, impressed with her storytelling skills.

"How did I know? Of course, I was so close to you but I didn't feel any air coming from your notrils, that's why! Haha" This guy is amazing. He sure notices even small details. When all was quiet, my stomach suddenly growled. How embarrasing. "Ohh tummy, we are near the gasoline station. Just one more block. There's a bakery near there to grab rolls and coffee." He said while touching my tummy. I felt some weird sensation with his touch. Again, we are not werewolves but still there is that sort of magical spark that they talk of when a mate touches you.

“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.