Write A Story Novels & Stories

At least my secret wasn’t as humiliating for me. “Okay. I wrote a short story in high school, based on my life. It was about a girl who didn’t get along with her parents, and dreamed of having a completely different life. She got along really well with this couple who loved her like their own daughter, and she always wished that this couple could be her parents instead.” I looked at him, expecting him to laugh at me, or to tell me that that was a stupid idea for a story, but he looked like he was interested in what I was saying.

I pile everything in my arms and march back down to the living room. The carpet becomes my war table as I drop everything on it and I sit cross-legged, papers scattered around me like fallen leaves. I begin writing. Fast. Names pouring out of me: IVY. HARRY. VIVIENNE. HOUSE OF VAELMONT. Then dates. Then the accident. The betrayal. The aftermath. Every lie. Every knife in my back. The rhythm takes over and I pin everything to the wall until it’s no longer a window but a story — my story. The one they tried to bury.

They felt like freedom. When Roman came home, I was still typing. He leaned against the doorway, watching me with that soft, curious smile of his. “What’s got you so focused?” he asked, walking closer. I looked up, blinking away the haze. “I’m writing something.” “Another blog post?” I hesitated before shaking my head. “Something bigger. I think… I think it’s time I tell my story.” He raised an eyebrow. “Your story?” I nodded, exhaling slowly. “Everything. From the beginning. Before you. With you. All of it.”

Rather than sulking in this miserable room, I should walk around the city of love. I picked up my purse and walked out of the room happily like I was going for some big adventure to find gold. And maybe I was. But little did I know that this little adventure was going to be the beginning of a crazy love story…. A forbidden, but steamy love story between a step father and a step son.

I'd spent five years in this city, and everywhere I looked, I saw traces of Dexter and me. But I couldn't spend my whole life living inside those traces. I picked up my violin and took a deep breath. I lifted my chin and walked out onto the stage. It was time I started walking toward something brighter. The song was one I'd written myself, lyrics and melody, with the violin carrying straight through from beginning to end. But during the chorus, I froze for a split second. The camera had landed on a man and a woman in the crowd. Every other couple the camera had panned to leaned in for a kiss on instinct, but they didn't.

My mother on the other hand screwed her face in disgust. We get off the taxi and pull out the bags. I turn around to face a series of magnificent buildings and people. I turn to my mother and we both smile agreeing on one thing, my new life has certainly begun. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi loves, I am back again with another chapter and I am still positive that my story will soon be one of the most liked stories here on Good Novel. I am going to work really hard to get there no matter what comes my way. This is my dream, I hope you guys join me on this journey by sharing with your friends, liking and comment

I said as my nasal pit cleared, and I cheered up again. She rubbed my back with her palm again and gently tightened her clinch in response, "And you're my sun." She released her clinch and pushed me back gently to face her. "I do not want to see you being so temperamental because of the past. I shared my story, not to make you sad but to prepare you for what's ahead. My life story should teach you that tough times aren't a death ruling. It should give you hope about the possibilities to soar high above your past. Let my story encourage you to keep pushing through. One day - I said one day, we will smile again!"

She smiled happily to herself for a moment and kissed the golden ring on her middle finger. *** It was 9:00 pm. The freezy night breeze blew as if it was also excited about Zayd's proposal. I was busy writing down a new story out side the house, while grandma was reciting some du'a in her room. I was writing my true life story; with me was my old diaries and a huge Oxford learner's dictionary. I placed them on a large marble table outside. Just doing what I do best- writing, playing with words and creating my own ideas. I started with the unfortunate accident that led to my parent's death. Grandpa's heart attack and how Uncle Ibrahim abandoned us all for that his grumpy looking wife and her

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.