Unsaid Stories Novels & Stories

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

(Translation: Well, Grandma, I think so she might not even know who a prince is? Urvashi and Inaayat are of same age. When they three years old Dadi used to narrate them different types of fictional stories about prince and princesses and how prince saves the poor girl from her cruel family as always but Inaayat never heard of them because they used to discard her from this side of haveli after the work gets completed. Inaayat didn't pay much attention to their conversation because she was never the one to eavesdrop. She was silently concentrating on her own work but Urvashi was intentionally going deeper into the topic to earn some reaction out of her because she likes to bully her.

He said, everyone's interest wasn't in the convo again aside from I and Caroline "Enough with the petty talks Logan, there's someone you should meet" I think she said that referring to me "Meet your daughter, Vanessa" she announced, Logan looked stunned, a little thrown off "Wow how... how did it happen?" He asked while gazing at me in the process "Oh let me think, there was a certain dumbass who got a girl pregnant and when she told him she told him, he said he wasn't ready for that and flew all the way to Australia, the certain girl didn't hear from him again, even one bit" Caroline narrated

Her eyes went wide with absolute shock as she took in the scene: me bent over her brother’s gaming desk with my dress hiked up, panties around my ankles, getting absolutely railed… and Max' dick deep inside me, cum visibly leaking out around his cock and running down my thighs. “...What the actual fuck?” Sarah whispered, voice cracking in disbelief. Max froze mid-thrust, still buried inside me. I turned my head slowly, breathing hard, looking my best friend dead in the eyes while her little brother’s cock twitched and pumped the last drops of cum into my pussy. The three of us stared at each other in that heavy, stunned silence... 😜

“Feels strange, doesn’t it? Saying it out loud. In front of everyone.” “Strange and right,” Martin replied. He thought back to all the nights they had lain awake in anonymous hotel rooms, talking in hushed tones about what a future without secrecy might look like. The fear of lost sponsorships, hostile crowds, career-ending scandals. Tonight, they had faced the first wave of that future and survived—more than survived. They had triumphed.

Charlotte occasionally lied to her friend, but none of the lies she had told till now were as big as this one. She felt bad but she just wasn't ready to tell her yet. She wasn't even sure if Elijah and Amara would ever meet so what was the point, her friend hadn't bothered to know who she was staying with anyway so she didn't tell her.

She asked with a glimmer of something in her eyes "Don't ask me, woman, because clearly I don't know. When did I associate myself with this kind of guy? Can we Just stop talking? We still need to save this man's life!" I said to her since she's acting weird too. Why do people act weird these days? I wonder why? "Whatever but you still need to explain to me after this" she said persistently. "Fine" I surrendered knowing there was no way out of this. The guy was in a critical condition. He lost too much blood. He has severe injuries on his head and left side of body and arm. I guess, he was lucky since he survived after those so many injuries inflicted on him.

He finally finished and the others laughed and cheered. “Awkward to admit, but that turned me on,” Elsa mused and the others laughed. “Who’s next?” The nasty stories went on and Saïda kept cringing over and over. Asahd laughed so hard at her. Saïda heard all sorts of things that she wasn’t even sure were possible. They amused and shocked her at the same time. Sometimes she would burst out laughing at the absurdity and oddness of the things she heard. ′Oh my! They are the sickest people ever! How is that even possible?? Eeeeeewwww.′

Recalling everything he'd done to Sylvie, Connor nearly drowned under his remorse. Just then, Anna abruptly found him. "Connor Shaw! Just how long do you plan on carrying on with this spectacle?" It was her first time screaming his full name. Looking up, Connor noticed Anna's tear-streaked face and red, swollen eyes. In the past, he would've immediately hugged her out of tender concern, but now, the only one he could think of was Sylvie. He brandished the book he was reading and said to Anna, "Look! Merpeople do exist! Sylvie is a mermaid. She was the one who rescued me from the ocean all those years ago…"

"It's inconvenient now. Speak in Haranese." There was a deep inhale on the other end before Alex finally responded in Haranese, "Did you really get legally married to Rebecca? What are you thinking? Years ago, you went blind saving her, and she repaid you by leaving you at your lowest and running off with another man. "She nearly ruined you! And now you're getting back together with her?" Evelyn's mind instantly translated the unfamiliar words. As she processed them, an unbearable chill spread through her body, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice-cold abyss.