Write A Story Novels & Stories

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] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

Of course he forgave you. The two went to a food court and spent hours talking. Petter told John how he found out he was innocent, and how he was feeling bad for not hearing him on the day he had him arrested. Despite the situation they experienced, it seemed that they were having a new chance of destiny to restart this beautiful love story. As the woman spoke without stopping, John stared at the brunette’s face, the sunlight seemed to lose all the brightness when he was near her, he admired every possible detail of the woman’s face and his eyes shone with it.

I was surprised to read this story, so different. No one should be detained here, but this story changes and talks about me. In this story that I write, no one has ever told anything about me. I thought this shouldn't have happened, the story I wrote had come true and the story's contents changed a little. The main story changed, and became me.

Part 1 Alot of people have different life tale, I have read many and never thought I will one day tell mine here for others to read. I have held back for so long and Just felt is time to let my pain out. I will start right from when it all began. I came from a loving home, my parents were awesome when it comes to caring for us. I'm the first child and have younger siblings. A sister Lucia and two brothers. My parents were young and love each other before getting married.

Greetings everyone! Thank you for clicking on this story and I hope you enjoy Mateo's and Callie's journey. This is my first story that I have ever written, so I apologize if there were mistakes or if it was too cringe. I tried as much as I could to edit this story. *A little bit about me:

How do I even start this story? Where do I even begin? Should I start right before she died? Should I start right at the good part? Oh I know, I should’ve thought of this in the first place. I’ll start the day I met her (literally where every story should start.) Be warned before I begin telling the story, if you want a happy story this isn’t it, sure there’s romance and fun, but I can tell you she dies at the end so don’t get attached. Anyways, it begins in the middle of winter, the start of second semester when she first started school.

My life slowly came back on track as I resumed my classes for the final year exams and was working hard to manage everything. I used to write short stories for the website when Warren approached me through an email to write a book that he will publish. I was not sure if I was good enough to be published, but Warren showed great confidence in me. The first story I wrote was about the hardships my grandmother faced. It was a tragic story of a selfless woman who killed herself to save her daughter from the clutches of the brothel and the sad reality of women in the eighties.

she pressed. I took a deep breath, a blush creeping up my cheeks. This wasn't just any story; it felt like the beginning of something special, and I wanted to savour every detail. "Well," I began, pausing for dramatic effect, "it all started with a wrong turn..." A collective gasp from my friends sent chills of excitement down my spine. Leaning in closer, I launched into the story, weaving a tale of a chance encounter, an unexpected connection, and a spark that ignited something beautiful in my life.

I hope that by the end of this year, I'll be able to shift properly. I checked the clock on the wall. Since I didn’t have my phone yet, it was hard setting an alarm so I had to check the time often. It was time to leave. I woke up early to write down all my life into a tale. I wove it into a story. So even if someone read it, he would only think that it was a poor attempt to make a novel. It was a win-win situation. Someone knocked on the door. I opened it, smiling.