Storyteller Novels & Stories

Here goes nothing. "Remember my story? the one I'm currently writing?" I began, he nodded but kept silent, urging me to go on. "Well last night I dreamed about... me being inside my story." I paused for a moment as our pancakes were served. "It felt surreal Xander, I mean meeting my own characters… how cool is that?" He looked at me and sighed, "Kaia, you're too focused on your story I mean, even in your sleep? that's too much."

Keyla and Genzo return; their love full of obstacles, will they be happy? They will have to overcome hard tests in order to live their love

Giulia, a true sunshine with a fair amount of temperament, meets Jakob, the heartbreaker par excellence, and is immediately attracted to him. Unfortunately, he has something else in mind than falling in love. No, Jakob keeps crossing her path, only to lay her and then drop her ice cold. He even swears this to Lia, who keeps rebuffing him despite her amiable nature. But soon she finds herself at the point where she knows neither in nor out. And Jakob doesn't reckon with the fact that fate has completely different plans for him. Gorgeous Misery is a love story about two people who could not be more opposite and yet are attracted to each other like magnets. Pure emotion!

And it was easy selling in the open because the queue was so little or there wasn't any. Up ahead was a storyteller who looked funny with a huge hat above his head. "Everyone, the story I'm about to tell you is one that has never been told before. It is both magical and unique!" The storyteller grinned and removed his hat revealing his bald head. He must have thought he would be applauded but unfortunately, the crowd that had gathered dispersed. Only Esther stood still. Not that she was interested in what he had to say, she just had nothing more fun to do.

What happens if you immediately fall in love with someone you don’t really know and then find out that they are on their way to becoming a famous rock star ? Can a relationship work under these circumstances ? Are Jayden and Josephine right for this ? The chaos of love begins here… Because TJ, the rebellious rocker, will also play an important role for Josephine !

It was a story I enjoyed listening to from dad and I almost laugh out loud when I realize what dad is trying to tell me. "What?" I let out a scoff before opening the door to my old room. "It doesn't necessarily mean he'll change for you." Dad starts but I start shaking my head already tired of listening. "Then why did you remind me of that story dad? A story that you made up?" Dad made up that story when he didn't know what to do when mum was away. Mother was the storyteller, not him. Either way, I loved the story and made him tell every day but I would notice that it wasn't the same every time he narrated it. He would just say how he remembered it and then ad

Seeing that she would not give up from siding the night roamer, he decides to tell her a story to compliment her belief. “You know, according to our popular children stories, some believe he is a handsome prince from a far away kingdom made of gold, and enchantment and magic. While others believes he is a demon that haunts evildoers and people of little conscience until they give up their evil ways, or pay for their sins with blood” He narrates, captivating her attention. “Tell me more please?” She pleads with irresistible eyes. “You are in luck, as I am a lover of myth!” he gestures towards a dry piece of log just opposite them.

Hope asked as he stared at my teary eyes. “I am not; Mama just got something stuck in her eyes.” I lied, dampening my tears with the pocket square I held. “Mama, you don't look like you're telling the truth. Is something wrong?” He asked with his little voice laced with concern. “Hope, I think I'm stressed. Why don't you go and play in your room? I'll get your dinner ready, OK?” I said, forcing a smirk as I walked towards the end of the hallway. It

Not a person, not a relic, but a living, breathing testament. She stood, filled with a new purpose. She was not a teacher or a liberator. She was a witness. A keeper. She would not build a shrine. She would not start a pilgrimage. She would simply return to her people, and she would tell them what she had felt. She would add this new, final layer to the great galactic narrative—the story of how the first great storytellers had chosen to become a part of the story itself, forever enriching the soil from which all new tales must grow.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.