Theory Stories Novels & Stories

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

She described the princess's adventures, her encounters with talking animals, and her quest to save a kingdom from a wicked sorcerer. Theo, mesmerized by the story, listened with rapt attention, his face a canvas of emotions. He laughed at the princess's silly antics, gasped at her narrow escapes, and cheered her on as she triumphed over adversity. As the story reached its climax, Theo, his eyes wide with wonder, leaned closer to Mama Hazel. "Mama Hazel, can you tell me another story?" he whispered, his voice filled with a longing for more. Mama Hazel, her heart overflowing with love for this little boy who had ignited her own passion for storytelling, smiled. "Of course, Theo," she said, he

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Serena relayed their lovestory to her family. Via dreamily clasped her hands. "How romantic, Serena! Just like what you usually see in the movies but it's even more thrilling in real life!" "And in the end, we're now working at the same field." Serena added. "---speaking of work, can you tell me how you ended up being a novelist and scriptwriter when we know you are studying a Business Management course in Australia?" Paolo suddenly asked, and Serena can sense that he was implying something. Serena heaved a sigh of relief when their butler calls them for lunch. At least she was saved by the bell this time...

“When you tell a story you are setting a contract with your audience. You don’t say to them ‘Let me tell you something that happened in real life,’ you say, ‘Let me tell you a story.’ People look to stories to give them the things that real life doesn’t.” “Such as?” “In real life your problems are rarely resolved, you don’t get closure on the situations or relationships that have most impact on your life. Your father never explains why he didn’t say how proud you made him. Your ex-wife never apologies for cheating on you repeatedly. Bad people aren’t punished for their crimes and good people go unrewarded for their virtue. We look to stories to give us the closure and the resolution we so de

We sat at the very back of the bus so we can sit beside each other. “So, how’s your story so far?” Jake started, “Well I’m halfway through it.” I said kindly and looks at Xander who is looking outside the window not listening to us. “Can you tell me the story?” So, I told him how the story goes, I’m surprised he listened all throughout of it, “So will Cassiopeia die?” he asked curiously, and I looked at the window and noticed that we’re almost there. “I have to, or the purpose of the story will get ruined, and I’ll get disqualified in the contest.”

"You've got to understand Mendes. He can only be happy if he's with the one he loves. Theresa,he let you go because he cares for you." "I know. I'm just sad because I actually loved him." "You know, when I started dating,I said to a girl,"If you were a booger, I'd pick you." I stifled a laugh. "She actually fell for that?" "Yeah, even I was surprised. She was literally swooning." "Let me ask you some riddles. You're good at them, right?" "A bit," I replied weakly. "Which word in the dictionary is spelt incorrectly?"

Katherine asked, cutting the silence in half. As a child, the only thing that would bring Katherine comfort was storytelling and as she grew up she became more intrigued by novels and the writings of experts. To Katherine, stories were a kind of safe place where her imagination could run as wild and as free as it pleases. Lucian leaned forward and Katherine began to adjust where she was seated until she was face to face with him. The fire that was still burning cast a shadow on half of his face but his red eyes continued to glow dark but vibrant.

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!