Title Story Novels & Stories

I just started a new story you will all be interested in. Title is, "You Are Mine, Little Sister." You can check for it. Happy reading!

she said and then looked at me before going back to the paper she was holding. 'Life isn't as it seems.....' She said and then smiled. I mentally laughed at how that line was the first line I used to start the true story I submitted last week. "The title of this story is... A NIGHTMARE HOLIDAY..." My eyes went wide openn that's my fucken story. I lifted my hand for the first time in class up and she pointed at me, "yes Miss Lin.." "Ms Louw, did you talk to the owner of the story about reading it to the whole class..?"

You all will loved it. Give it a chance. Also give reads to my other books if you like the story. "Her Saviour Alpha" "Pregnant With My Rejected Billionaire" "My Billionaire Mafia Queen : Battle of Love" . Thank you

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

'He went on hunger strike. 'They had only one child and they could not feed him to his fill.' He sighed. 'Let children eat their fill, that's very apt, very apt.' 'Yes, one child and they gave him such a serious instruction. Can you listen to another one? Mmh…' She flipped the pages. 'I want you to enjoy this particular story. It's entitled 'A Battle of Will'.' 'The story that gave the book its title.' 'Yes. Are you still interested?'

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

Hindi dahil nasasaktan ako. "Yeah," saad ko na lang. Tinatamad ako magsalita, eh. Busy ako sa pagbabasa. Lagi akong nagbabasa tuwing break time namin. "Anong title?" Tanong niya. "Fatal Revenge" saad ko. "Tapos ko na yan!" Pagmamayabang niya. "So? Tinatanong?" Pamimilosopo ko. "Hindi, hehehe" "Tch!" Maya-maya pa ay natapos ko na ang storya kaya iklinose ko na ang wattpad app.

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His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

“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.