Story Theory Novels & Stories

she snapped but Talia wasn't done pouring her heart out to the one man she wished would hear her. "I did everything humanly possible to earn your love back, I begged for it.... but you just had to make it clear that I was not your blood, didn't you?!!! You made it obvious that I was and will always be an outsider!" The first tear fell. "I did everything to repay you all. I even married a man I didn't love. A family that treats me like trash, but guess what dad? I'm done. I'm really done with all of you. That's what I came to tell you all. You're never going to be accepting of me, so I'm going to stop throwing myself at you. I will repay you all for clothing, feeding and putting me through sc

"I would have been here anyway. You know that, right? All you have to do is ask." "I know," she said. "But the sex was better this way." He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, thinking about how far they'd come from that first moment when she'd told him his methodology was incomplete. How that moment had set in motion a cascade of events that had transformed both of them. Their child would be born into a world where ambition and love, work and family, personal and professional weren't separate categories but integrated aspects of a life fully lived. And that, Marcus thought, was the real achievement.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

That was one of the reasons he bullied me too much during those school days. And here I am, lying in the bed alone without any person to care. My family, for whom I agreed to sacrifice my dreams, abandoned me with his threats. I felt pathetic. Maybe I can run away as Eva did. But, I know Christian is not a normal guy to mess with. Even if I run away to New York, he will find me and ruin 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.

“Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.” He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?” “I'm willing to explore.” Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.” “Yeah.” “So what exactly did that talkative tell you?” “Nothing much. How did he find out?” Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.” Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”

Avery is standing in a circle of strangers, all of them breathing the same "Wild-Air." "Is the 'Contract' broken, Avery?" a woman asked, her eyes wet with the same violet-light. "There is no 'Contract' anymore," Avery replied, smiling as the first "Natural-Tear" of the new world hit the ground. "There is only the 'Story' we choose to tell together." The narrative has reached the "Phase of the Universal-Truth." In every sphere of life, from the smallest village to the highest professional circles, the story of Avery Vane-Thorne is being recognized as the definitive account of how humanity chose to stay "Real."

Aside from Evelyn, everyone had had a few drinks, their faces flushed, clearly a little tipsy. No one knew who started it, but all of a sudden, the conversation shifted to ex-boyfriends. Some people doubled over with laughter. Others had tears in their eyes. A few stories were so ridiculous that Sophie could barely breathe from laughing. She nudged the only sober person next to her. "Evelyn, what about you?" For a moment, Evelyn's expression went blank. Unbidden, memories surfaced in her mind.

This story actually has a happy ending! —The End