Truly Indie Novels & Stories

This was how she saw herself and she was going to show everyone else this fun and carefree side of her. Feeling proud of herself and excited for whatever the night was going to bring her, Kat stepped out of the church sanctuary and into the hallway. The guest book was sitting on a small stand next to the door. Kat picked up the pen next to it, realizing that she hadn’t signed it yet. To my friend, Thank you for being my friend and co-worker. Bob is a lucky man to have you. May you both be blessed. Yours Truly, Kat Ryder Kat smiled as she finished. Renee was always giving her grief about how she signed all her notes with “yours truly,” but it was just something that Kat had always done. She m

~Soren~ I don't want to go to that party. Let me just say that again for those still not hearing me: I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go. But Indie has this superpower where she can guilt-trip you into committing to anything, and Jazz backs her up like they’re a tag-team of peer pressure. "You’ve been moping all week," Indie says over lunch. "I haven’t been moping."

"I don't know, maybe busy with their business." "Hmm? Business? What do you mean by that?" "Huh? I mean, they have their business, right?" Wait, do they have? "I don't think so, I know Zeke has but Jake doesn't has. He's a model or something, that's what I heard." How come I didn't know about that? I've been friends with them. "Oh, right! Jake has a business, the agency he's modeling right now is owned by him and he also has a hospital." What?

“He owned the lemon orchard I used to start my business. I met him when I was a teenager. I told you, I spent the summer that followed the Miriam incident at my grandparents’ horse ranch. The Don came to buy a pair of horses for his stables. He and I spent hours talking about the theory of organic farming and how to reduce greenhouse gases. I called him a few years later and asked if I could use his orchard to try an experiment. He agreed and within a short time, I purchased his land and began manufacturing the fruit in various products. He is also a limited partner in three hotels I own, but that is only because he wanted a place to stay when he travels. It is easier for him than leasing.”

NEPA just brought light (electricity) so I might update this night or tomorrow morning. Till then💙💙 I love you. 😊😊😊 Thanks for reading. Eseun! 😊😊😊😊

Because when the lights go out and everyone else is chasing parties or hookups, I’m in my tiny dorm room, fingers flying across the keyboard, writing the kind of stories that make people blush behind their phones. Anonymous submissions to the university literary magazine. No byline, just the pseudonym “Yours Truly.” Readers devour them. Comments flood the forums; filthy, hot and imaginative as hell. But there’s always that one recurring jab: “Bet the author’s a virgin. Those positions sound completely made-up.” It hurts because they’re right. I’ve never even kissed anyone properly, let alone done half the things I describe in graphic detail. My imagination runs wild, but reality? Locked and

Ynaria said sadly as she sighed. No one tried to talk to the three of them so silence enveloped them while waiting for their other colleagues. Moments later Paul, Dylan, Ryan, Helen and Wendy arrived. "Boss, we're all complete!" Paul said to Trist. "Okay, you all sit down and I have something important you should know," Trist began seriously. When all its workers were obedient, it began to speak. "First, I want to tell you that this resort is my property." All of Trist's workers were unbelievable by what they heard, seemingly surprised. Except for Clement this is the first to know.

It's not just the others, she wants to be recognized for her own skills. “Oh, stop right there. It’s not the same as last time, Murph. My dad asked for a suitable recommendation. Based on the current ratings on the charts of the industry, McDaniels Design is at the top. I happened to know the boss, and the boss, in return, recommended her most capable designer. That’s you. Your skills speak for themselves, Murph. You’re not taking advantage of me, nor my name.” Casper raised his arms in surrender to assure Murphy, who was shooting daggers at him with her sharp gaze. Ugh. Guess, I have no other choice, huh? *****

She blew little kisses to the audience. I’d heard of Truly before. She was a hot, young designer who catered to a more youthful crowd. Her designs were trendy and creative, and she’d really made a name for herself out in Los Angeles with influencers and celebrities. She leveraged social media really well and had a pretty significant I*******m following. She also had a few viral TikTok videos that showed celebrities sporting her designs.

I tilted my head, a mocking smile curving my lips, “Are you threatening me, Mr. Diego? Because if you are, you might want to think twice. I don’t take kindly to threats.” Carmen’s smile widened, his amusement evident, “Not a threat, just an observation. But I will give you a piece of advice, be careful who you trust. Alden isn’t exactly known for his loyalty, and neither are the people who work with him.” “And I’m supposed to trust you instead?” I shot back, my tone dripping with sarcasm. He smirked, taking a step back, “Trust is a dangerous game, Miss Nyx. Play it wisely.”