Unsaid Stories Novels & Stories

"Transferring during second year is such a weird time." "Some stuff happened at my last school, so my aunt told me to just transfer. Plus, my dad graduated here, so I thought I'd try it out too." "Did you get into a fight or something?" Crimson asked. "Please, I'm too scrawny to get into a fight. I'd instantly be knocked out." "Then can I ask what happened?" "You can't." I replied almost immediately. "I'd rather not talk about it." There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then suddenly, Scarlet looked like she lied down, but she actually fell asleep. "That scared me!" I exclaimed as I held onto my chest.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. 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 the 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

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

Sammy urged after a moment of silence fell between us. I sighed deeply. “Truth is, I’m scared, Sammy. You’re right, I do want kids and have always wanted to have kids, but this just wasn’t how I planned for things to go. The topic of getting pregnant is something I would have liked Liam and I to sit and talk about first before it actually happened. At the same time, he and I are still on a stupid marriage contract and, while I love him and would love to eventually have children with him, God knows that I would have preferred to wait out the remaining year and few months that are left in the contract before having kids with him. It’s like, when the contract gets terminated, how the hell am I

he replied, smiling with more joy than he should be feeling. "She said that it didn't matter," Chrissie answered, wide-eyed and flushed with fury and amazement. "It didn't matter! She said she knew the name of a very good fertility clinic, and all we had to do was supply the--" Chrissie paused to hold up imaginary quotation marks with her fingers. "'Sap and berry,' and the clinic would take care of the rest." Race tossed his head back and roared with laughter. "Sap and berry...I don't think I've ever heard it put that way."

My boyfriend, Marcus Reid, had hearing loss, so he often couldn’t make out what I said. I asked him to buy a skincare set, but he came home with two. "I must have heard you wrong again. I'll just give the extra one to Lauren." I asked him to buy a chocolate cake, but he came home with vanilla. "I heard you wrong. Lauren likes this flavor, l'll just give it to her." Later, I carefully designed our future home and asked him to buy a house for us in Southville. But on the day we were supposed to inspect the house, he drove us all the way to Northville instead. When he noticed that I hadn't said a word the entire time, he apologized, "I'm really sorry. I didn't hear you clearly. I thought you li

so maybe. I tried to clear my head from those unwanted thoughts but I failed. Daniyal asked me to get ready..as we were leaving for our apartment. We were supposed to spend our day here but I guess he didn't want anymore. He was bipolar.. I didn't get what's wrong with him..? He confessed his love but I was still unaware of his secrets.. he never told me about his mom or his childhood. I was waiting..for him to share his things with me.. maybe one day... he would trust me.

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…

“Eleanor is you personal assistant right?! Why are you guys holding hands?!” “The anonymous story disclosed by someone close to you on the internet yesterday how true is it,” “Do you think your Assistant might be trying to seduce your dad,” “Why is your mom so angry at your assistant,” “Are the both of you together!” They all kept asking uncoordinatedly each of them struggling to have an answer to their respective questions. “Yes!” Arthur finally voiced, their rambling went silent as they stared at him. “Yes to what exactly?!” Another press man asked.