Tales From A Not-so-fabulous Life Novels & Stories

“Then tell me. Whatever it is, I’d rather know than keep guessing and worrying.” With a heavy sigh, Fabio began to talk. He told her about his early days in the organization, how he had climbed to power by making brutal decisions that had haunted him since. He shared stories of alliances formed out of necessity, betrayals that had left scars, and mistakes he had made that he now regretted deeply. He confessed to deals he’d kept secret, alliances he’d broken, and choices he’d made in the name of survival—things he knew might shatter the image of him she held.

“Tell me about yourself…I want to know who my boyfriend is and possibly soon the man I will spend the rest of my life with” Fabian sighed before looking down guiltily. "You wouldn't like to know...I'm afraid you don't love me as much anymore..." Jeanne seemed struck by his words before smiling. "If you're not a dangerous criminal on the loose then I don't know why I would stop loving you. “Fine…but please…don’t judge me” “I am not an example of morality so no way” Fabian sighed before starting to recount his childhood in a gay brothel and the rest of his life. He just hopes Jeanne won't hate him.

” He always thought there were experiences in people’s life that they couldn’t bear to talk about. Just as he couldn’t bring himself to talk about some parts of his life. “Well,if you want to talk…then start talking…I want to know everything about you.”He drawled. Fabiola suddenly felt like she had dug a hole for herself. She reluctantly told him a bit about her grandmother…her school experiences..the junior high school she attended…why she dropped out of high school which he already knew by now… But then she felt she had given enough information for now…

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

I had the bad habit of making advances on ABSOLUTELY every beautiful woman I met. "Where is everybody?" Fabiola announced after she waltzed into the room. Forget an Oscar, she wouldn't even get a Razzie from me for that patently false performance. Buffy huffed, rolled her eyes and shifted to the edge of the bed. She fixed her blouse properly then shot a withering glance at Fabiola before getting back to business.

When did life get so confusing? I'm not gay, so far. I work as a paralegal. All I do is assemble papers for the lawyers to file. It's not glamorous and I'm not getting rich. I was a jock in school and dated my way through most of the cheerleaders on the squad. I got out of school and moved hundreds of miles away from Saturday Night lights world of our area of the state. I set myself up in a major city near the mountains and got this job after some years in college. Got a nice car and a nice small house in the burbs.

Working at a cinema has its befits. I was working a night shift however our cinema isn't busy. A film called dumb money came out and has has next to no one watching it. Until these two cute guys came in and showed me the tickets I showed them the screen and had a little chat with them defo cute and gay. It was 10.15 I checked there screen. I walked in on them sucking each other off. I was surprised but being bi and a lack of sex this year I asked if they need help

It wasn't something you ordered off a menu and sent back to the kitchen if it arrived cold. A dangerous, desperate thought crept into the margins of my panic. 'People get divorced every day. It doesn't have to be permanent.' I shook my head violently to clear the fog, my teeth clicking together. 'No. Stop it, Kia. Look at this place. He clearly comes from money, and men with that kind of money only bring wreckage.' I thrust a hand out from beneath the covers, waving it dismissively. "Absolutely not. Forget you even said that. Just... please help me find my dress. I need to get out of here right now."

First, it was the DNA, then Hope's kidnapping and Ralph's death, and now Alana is nowhere to be found. “What's happening to my family?” "Is it too much to ask for a trouble-free week?" I asked no one in particular as I stared at the stars, which were casting their shimmering reflections on the glass wall of Northridge Hospital, creating a magical and mesmerizing sight.

Even as we left, the smug smile on Joey's face was stuck in my mind. I knew that she was convinced she would live in endless wealth and prestige like I did in my last life, and she would be right. The vampire's castle had more diamonds in there than salt, sparkling with such blinding radiance that I was losing sleep. However, all of that came at a price—my life.