This Is The Story Novels & Stories

soon to disclose everything, I know this story seems to be a cliche to you, there won't be a drama or evil plot over here, cuz I am trying to make this story smooth and cute. hope you'll appreciate it... love-Agni❤❤

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

Always. That's the entire story. That's everything. That's love.

"Dear Mom, I am sorry, I had to leave. I don't know how to escape from this marriage in another way. I was not sure about this marriage till now. It's the biggest decision of every girl's life. And I can't do this, mom. I am sorry. If I stay there, I know you will force me to do it. That's why I am leaving. I know, you will be shattered by the news. But, think about it, mom. I am sure you will find a way to escape from this situation.

But that evening when she began to read, she found it all só facianting that she did not stop until the book was over. I will not tell you all that was written in the book for it was a very big book and if I did só, it might have more of this book than the actual story. But I can tell you ah bit to satiate your curiosity. Buckle up, sailor! This is the story of the pirate family B.

This is the Diwata, the Supernatural Spa's Storyteller truly hoping that you will return to read the next chapter of this story, Fare thee well...

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

📖 ⸻ Words appeared across its pages. ⸻ TITLE: THE LAST STORY ⸻ The stars outside flickered. ⸻ Reality trembled. ⸻ The Mother froze. ⸻ The Father looked horrified. ⸻ Because they recognized it. ⸻ The final story. ⸻ The story currently being written. ⸻ The story of Ilyaan. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 The Horrifying Discovery Ilyaan stared at the pages. ⸻

Newark in December wasn’t pretty, but it was alive, buses hissing, horns blaring, people wrapped in coats rushing past like everyone had somewhere important to be. I tucked my hands into my pockets and told myself I wasn’t looking for inspiration. I was stretching my legs, maybe grabbing a pastel from the little Brazilian bakery down the block. But my notebook was burning a hole in my bag. Every time I left home, I hoped the world would hand me a story. And then it did.

Now it was their story but future will witness someone's else love story. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l * The end.