Novel & Cerita Write A Story Book

As Misty clumsily fumbled for her keys when she went to open the door, the older gentleman said, “Excuse me, ma’am, I have this for you.” There I saw it, the beautiful golden envelope he placed in my hand as he walked away made me feel like I was flying. It was like someone had given me a breath for the first time, and I could not wait to open theenvelope to find out when the next beautiful person's party was. By the time I got inside, I had collapsed on the couch without ever opening the invitation to this realm of debauchery and pure bliss that I was now a part of. ******

Not the details, of course. She was still a child. But the book… would carry her name. So that night, I sat beside her on the edge of her bed, smoothed her hair, and said: “Mommy’s going to write a story. About us. About how we got here.” She looked up at me with wide, curious eyes. “Will it have bad guys?” “Yes.” “Will we win?” I smiled. “We already did.”

“Please? Pretty please?” I sighed and finally relented, although my fingers were already black from handling this seemingly ancient book. I flipped to the next page, where the story immediately began. There was no cover page, and no title to be seen anywhere. “Once upon a time,” I read, deciding that it wasn’t worth arguing about and that I could make something up if the story got strange, “there was an old man who lived all by himself.” A strange premise for a kids’ book, I thought to myself, but kept reading.

'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?'

I ended the call and strolled out to the balcony with my peace lily plant in tow. The afternoon sun was like a cozy blanket, all warm and lazy. Down below, a girl in a white dress was on her tiptoes, reaching for a balloon tangled in a tree. A boy dashed up, gave her a playful hair tousle, and with a quick jump, snagged the balloon for her. She grabbed it and planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving him blushing like a tomato. I watched them and could not help but crack a smile. Life was good.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Mercy I opened my eyes, to find myself in a foreign place, I surveyed the place thoroughly thinking that maybe I am hallucinating, I was in a fantasy world, I have never seen a heart shaped bed before, dusty pink walls and lots of chandeliers on the ceiling. I blinked thinking that maybe I am dreaming, why am I in this place, where’s Tom, could it be that someone kidnapped me? If that’s the case why are they being nice to me, to provide such a beautiful room.

Try to improve my storytelling and writing skills and learn from top books Q8: I have a question I want to ask but it's not my editor's work time, I SHOULDN't: a.Go to GoodNovel's social medias(F*, discord) and ask other authors b.Read GoodNovel Author's guidebook c.Visit Help Center in my GoodNovel personal page d.Message my editor on every social media he/she uses Q9: I want to enter a writing contest, I should: a.Read the contest page carefully and enter accordingly

The ancient library was a tomb of forgotten knowledge, its towering shelves heavy with dust and the faint metallic tang of old paper. Freya had always preferred the night shift. The quiet wrapped around her like a lover’s cloak, letting the shy 24-year-old lose herself in books rather than people. Her pale skin glowed under the dim lamps, dark curls framing wide green eyes that hid a secret restlessness--a hunger she didn’t yet understand. But only 'Yet' Tonight, the storm outside howled against the tall windows. Lightning flashed as she carried a stack of restricted occult volumes toward the back. A presence filled the air, cold and ancient, making the hairs on her neck rise.

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.