Story Of Things นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nope,“ then focused on her now cold coffee. Caleb and Ireti had broken up around the same time that she and Dafe did. Bemoaning their fate with men, the girls had both broken into Caleb's multimillion mansion with Ireti's key and had drank almost his entire bar. Ireti had even accidentally broken his t.v in the process. In the process of leaving, they'd had left the gates and the doors wide open for anyone to come in. Burglars took the invitation and had carted away his million dollar watch collection. It was the security man who had discovered the act the next morning and had promptly called his boss, who promised hell when he returned.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

"I never wanted you to. "You know, when you eat something delicious, your eyes light up like the sun. "When you hear a song that you like, you sing along, just a little off-key, but it's so adorable to me." I was stunned, not knowing what to say. He continued, "These precious memories I have of you are the best thing I could ever get in return." That day, I told him everything that had happened with me and Horace. Not in our past lives, but in this one. What happened in our past lives was just a dream, after all, and it wasn't worth mentioning.

I glanced at the news on my phone, then put it down. I used to have many hobbies too. Dad did everything he could to nurture me, just so I could experience a better life. But after the Bianchi family went bankrupt and I married into the Moretti family, my life was filled with endless chores. Lorenzo hated me and wouldn't allow me to have any hobbies at home. Even something as simple as a decorative potted flower would be dismissed by him as tasteless and tacky. Still, I had never considered this place home anyway. Besides, in just nine more days, I would leave this place forever. I would regain my life and freedom.

Stories that are waiting for the right wolf to tell them. I smiled. "Then I will tell them." I gathered the wolves of Silvermoon in the great hall. "I have found the first story," I said. "The tale that started everything. But there are other stories. Stories that have not yet been told. Stories that are waiting for us to tell them." The wolves listened, their eyes bright with curiosity. "These stories are the future. They are the tales of wolves who have not yet been born, worlds that have not yet been created, possibilities that have not yet been realized. They are waiting for us to bring them into being."

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

That’s what the old Sloane would do. I typed one sentence: *I want to tell stories that matter.* Then I deleted it. Because the only story that mattered was the one I couldn’t tell anyone.

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.

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

"People don't fall in love at cemeteries." "Well excuse me for being cautious," he scoffed and kept his eyes on the road. "Where are we going?" She asked. "I don't know, I'm just driving," he replied with a carefree attitude. "You said your company was having problems last night, is that why you're avoiding going to work?" He looked at her, his eyes glistening. "I knew I liked you for a reason." "Well, what is it?" "We were supposed to launch a new idea or concept this week but I found out another company stole our idea. We have absolutely nothing to offer and our investors are demanding we refund them." He sighed.