Storyteller Novels & Stories

But I still want to say them, because besides those words, I have nothing left. "Every day since you left, I've thought about one thing—if I could turn back time, I would take that glass of whiskey before it reached your hands and pour it out. Then, I'd tell you that you didn't need to drink it, that I'd pay for your father's medical bills. "I don't say this because I'm a good person, but because it's you. Still, time can't be turned back, so all I can do is let go. I wish you and that architect happiness. He seems like a good man, a thousand times better than me.

The storyteller was a senior who loved being at the center of attention. George had listened raptly, his hands wrapped tightly around the misted bottle, his eyes fixated on the storyteller. “The women of that tribe are some of the most beautiful women alive,” George remembered the storyteller saying. He remembered how the senior’s face had come alive as though someone had lit a torch behind his head, as though he was referring to the happiest event in his life.

I've been a liar for as long as anyone can remember. When I was seven, I told Mom that Jared smashed our piggy bank. She searched me instead and found the missing coins in my pocket. When I was 12, I insisted I didn't steal my classmate's notebook. Then it was found inside my backpack. When I was 18, I accused my stepfather of assaulting me. He produced photos proving he was out of state that night. By then, everyone knows exactly what I am. A compulsive liar. A daughter who will say anything. At 22, I sit in front of a camera with my psychiatric evaluation in my hands and start a livestream. "For the next three days, I'm going to show you what it's like to spend 22 years being calle

I can't possibly tell her about the fact that I based it on a quite provocative and voluptuous book! "You see," I try to create a purified version of the book. "It's about a man who has a strange habit of.." I force myself to think hard, "..loving women too much he may hurt them. He hides it from others but one day, when his significant other discovers it, he has no choice but to tell her. I-Instead of leaving him, she accepts him for his true self. In the end, he changes his habit for the best." Xi Ning claps her hands in joy, "Such happy ending!"

she stopped crying and told Amreet. By applying semi-brakes to the car, Amreet urned to her and said, “Wow. You think I am good?” “You are the best. The best companion one could ever hope for!” - Anjana replied Amreet- “Really you mean it? I mean, the way our day went, it is hard to imagine this coming from you.” Amreet smiled.

Warm, cozy, loving, a home filled with people and the hint of cocoa and magic in the air. Pulling myself away from the only happy memory I had of my family, I started tapping on the keyboard. Sometime later, when my mug was already empty and the clock on the TV showed 2 AM, I had my new blog story finished in front of me. “Hey, my alluring fans! Were you waiting to see if my next ‘Kiss and tell’ story was going to be with the cheerleader you asked for? Yeah, I did it again. Let me tell you every detail of our hot kiss...”

They sat with their backs to the river, snuggled together and giggled like a couple of high school lovers. Thaddeus rushed as fast as his scrawny little legs could carry him, to stay in the waters was to incur the wrath of Tonya. He knew better. With her small frame, she has the power of a sumo wrestler within her. Today wasn't the day to piss her off, not when she's busy with Emily talking about things he'd never understand. He thought to himself as he ran his hand through his hair, shaking like his bones had become fragile and brittle.

Honestly, I didn’t. “You don’t have to tell me now. Go to sleep. Tell me when it dawns on you. No rush. Go to sleep now.” He said and turned to his side. I got up. I needed to get some water. I was feeling a sordid dryness in my throat. Just then, he turned towards me and said: For the greatest story-tellers, telling their story is their deepest yearning. It’s their way of life.

“It was me, sir ... I, I was the one screaming.” “Do you really take me for a fool, little girl?” He questioned harshly, his tone short and snappy. Elika shook her head, the shackles around her ankles tears forming in her eyes as she knew that continuous lying would only cause her further pain. And yet, she remained unwilling to reveal the older woman as the one who had broken the rules; her heart recklessly thumping against her ribcage. “No sir. But I cannot tell you, as I am unsure.”

“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.