Story Vs Epic Novels & Stories

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

"Aren't everyone's life a bit of a mess?" "I've known for you three days and two out of that three days we already been through so much of...of..." she trails off, then added. "Stupid encounter." Saga raise his eyebrow, "Stupid encounter?" Kira groan again, "I think I've reach my quota of stupid encounter." "I didn't know you were such a drama queen," Saga teased, making her look up and glare at him. "Besides, I like enjoying stupid encounter with you. It'll be a good story to tell don't you think?"

in the quiet night. "The 'Debt-Story' is," Dominic replied, pulling her back into his "Possessive-Embrace." "The story of the 'Substitute' and the 'Ice-King' has reached its 'Termination-Point.' But the story of Avery and Dominic... that is an 'Open-Source-Epic.' It has no 'Standard-Ending'."

We were fighting it the way we loved each other. With violence. With precision. With inevitability. With a bond reckless enough to reshape kingdoms. And God help anyone who stood in the path of a story like that. Because empires crumble. But storms with names? Those live forever.

Marcus and his friends became bolder. They forced Dominic to drive them along dangerous mountain roads after drinking. They demanded night trips during heavy rain. They ordered him to carry sealed bags and warned him not to look inside. Each time Dominic refused, Marcus waved the debt note. “Don’t forget what you signed,” he would say. “If you stop listening, I’ll tell the whole village your family borrows money and refuses to pay it back.” In a small town, rumors could destroy a family.

"There's more, too. Apparently, the best friend's family is broke, and the harpist paid for all four years of her college tuition. Talk about nursing a viper." International viewers were just as shocked. Even my new friend, Alice Whitfield, was so upset she stress-ate three plates of buffalo wings. "Ivy, your life has been a disaster. "But don't worry. I would never betray you. Not only would I never betray you, but I'm going to set you up with my brother." I shook my head. "I can't. I promised my grandparents I'd move back home eventually." They raised me close, and settling down this far away would only worry them.

We had the best epic of sex. TBC...

“The Epsilons are known for their contribution to the arts, are they not? You should know all the old tales.” That was true enough. Since I enjoyed reading, I chose the rank of Epsilon since they often were writers, poets, and artists. “What story do you wish to be told, your Highness?” I asked. “The story of the God Emperor of the Golden Pavilion.” He flashed his white fangs at me behind his mask. I swallowed and nodded. It was a strange tale to ask for – a tale of excessive pride and hubris.

Louis knew his junior very well. The older man finally sighed and smiled. “Did you eat so late that you got sick to your stomach? Shall I order some food here?” Alain finally looked back at Louis. He felt grateful that his senior did not pressure him to tell the story. Honestly, he wasn’t ready to talk right now. In a situation like this, he was grateful because Louis was the first to meet him. His senior was very understanding of his condition even though he didn’t tell him anything. Perhaps it would be a different story if he met Brielle. The girl surely would force him to spill everything. She wasn’t a bad girl, but she couldn’t read the situation sometimes.