Story Theory Novels & Stories

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.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO Jimmy took hold of the thread and pulled it off his eyelids. “The footage . . . it’s the story. It’s thousands of years old.” “Yes it is. Like all good fiction it has changed and adapted itself to the latest medium. The story has slowly evolved so it can most effectively prey on the select few who encounter it. The type of twisted individuals who seek out such material.” “You haven’t explained about the ending though. Why would the story keep going just because it was open ended? I like open endings.”

“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.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

"One more warning and you're out." "Puh-lease,like you can kick us out," Jason scoffed. "He can kick us out!" Tess yelled as she pulled Jason's ear. They had been kicked out of the theatre. "I'm sorry," he said he freed himself from her grasp. "Now we're never gonna know what happened to Diana and Steve." "They lived happily ever after?" He guessed. "I'm pretty sure that's not the case." "Guess who?" A voice creeped Tess out as she shrieked.

What would stop Suit from constantly sending Anderson to a world where he was destined and designed to lose constantly. “Don’t be so dramatic.” As if reading Anderson’s mind, Suit spoke up. “Like I said earlier, the first story was just a test run for you to understand how things work. Things will be different next. Remember, just as your actions and decisions will affect the course of the story, so will the decisions and actions of others affect yours. I’m sure you understand what I mean.” Suit smiled with a knowing smile.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

Harry was the first to break silence; the frustration in voice and expression was not hidden. “That’s what we know for sure.” Thomas shrugged, his frustration no less than that of Harry as he had been working on this ever since he became capable, an obsession passed onto him by his father. “Then let’s start re-telling the stories we know.” Mira suggested innocently adding as she saw her father hooking his eyebrows “Well, if it not a fact, then it is fiction, in other words story,” She shrugged.