Novel & Cerita Story Within Story

Ety suddenly appeared and said. Damn it! "Why did it fall so far?!" I yelled, refusing to accept it. "You had the courage to fight back but it did not align with what was supposed to happen in the book." I snorted annoyingly. "Why should I be bound by such ridiculous rules!" "I cannot help." Ety disappeared again. "What an absurd system!" I yelled, crying. There was nothing beneficial about entering this cursed story and completing every mission. For a moment I felt lucky, but the next moment I had to fall again.

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, story, places and events are products of the author's creativity or are used fictionally. Any similitude to actual events or locales or individuals, living or dead, is totally coincidental. First of all I must appreciate this app for providing me the platform, there I can pen down and I can write my imaginations. I wanted to say, what is in your destiny you will find it anyway. Sometimes things seem against us and against our desires and everything seems out of orbit, but afterwards we realize why was it like that. Everything happens for a reason. We just need to understand and have patience.

"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.

I started to think about my story, so far, I’ve written half of it, and it’s been going so smooth. I haven’t had any writer’s block yet which I’m thankful. Next week, we will have to show our story at the campus and explain it one by one. Then the students there will have to vote for the 15 best stories and only those that are voted can continue the contest. I’ve been polishing the plot and storyline of my book, so I’m confident that I can share my story and have it in the best 15. Then my mind drifted on how I’ll introduce Jake to Kayla, thankfully Jake’s exam week is over, and he has a lot of free time for our upcoming school festival.

The story of the cursed wolf was this. The story of the Alpha was this. The story of the manor was this. The story of the garden was this. The story of the flowers was this. The story of tragedy was this. The story of return was this. The story of rest was this. The story of breath was this. The story of recognition was this. The story of dissolution was this. The story of the reader reading this was this. All stories are this. Appearing as story. All non-stories are this.

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."

It wasn't the end of her story though. ************

Can't wait to get started. ##################### Disclaimer: Please note that this is just a story and it doesn't define how any kind of relationship should be. This story is purely fictional and does not have any connection to any actual story or any persons lives.

What should I say? ** END OF FIRST STORY, MORE STORY COMING UP SOON.. STAY TUNED...

“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.”