Write A Story Novels & Stories

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

I saved the rest for the children’s schooling. For a long time, I could not leave the village. I had fields to tend, children to raise, and a grief so heavy that even breathing felt like labor. At night, I often dreamed of the motorcycle. In the dream, Dominic rode slowly along the mountain road. The sky was gray. The wind was cold. He never turned back, no matter how loudly I called his name. Our children sometimes asked what kind of man their father had been. I always told them the truth that mattered most.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, and words began to spill — not for an assignment, not for a grade, just for me. We chase stories because we want to make sense of the world. But sometimes, the story finds us first. And sometimes, it’s not about winning or breaking news — it’s about the people who teach us to stand when everything falls apart. I hit send — my last article for the student paper. My last story from this chapter of my life. Outside, the city lights glowed softly against the dark. For once, the future didn’t feel terrifying. Just unwritten.

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

I'll hold you the grandest wedding in Stonecreek in three days for the sake of the Sorenson family's reputation, so you'd better tell your father to restore the capital, Wylon. Those in the comment section were in shock. "What planet is this female lead from? How did she even come to that conclusion? "I'm honestly still reading this novel for the entertainment value of this overly confident female lead. It's killing me!" Zoe took Jaiden by the hand after saying that and turned away. Jaiden, on the other hand, glanced back over his shoulder, flashing me a taunting smirk. I was so incensed by their arrogant departure that I actually let out an incredulous laugh.

"Then paint it, Soji. Paint it so clearly that even the blind can hear the music." As the sun began to dip, casting long, honey colored rays across the courtyard, Tobi picked up a fresh sheet of paper. He wasn't the boy who couldn't speak anymore. He was the artist who chose when to be heard. And as he began to draw, the neighborhood seemed to lean in, finally quiet enough to listen to the story he was telling with his heart. The library doors weren't just unlocked; they had been thrown wide open.

“But what about you? How did you go on without me?” “I grew up.” “But you never had a mother.” I smiled gently and said, “I have one now.” I had come back in time to help my mother get rid of those terrible people. If she could just keep living, that would be enough for me. The next morning, she started looking for work in Amity City. She had studied accounting in college. Finding a job in a small city was not difficult, but the salary and benefits were far worse than what she had in Harbor City.

"I had wanted to run away just like you but then again I thought about it. It might look quite unprofessional, I will tell you my secret. I had a horse friend who was human but transformed into a horse by a princess from the Wizards kingdom. We became friends for weeks, I actually enjoyed his talks and then out of the blue, a crazy elf fell down from nowhere and landed on the grass…" "Did you say elf?" Blair interrupted, her mind playing tricks on her. "Yeah, funny right. We are in the twenty-fifth century and elf's ain't supposed to exist, but there she was laying on the grass." Blair gaped at her, finding her story interesting. " Blair.., there you are, we thought we've lost you." Danica s

*This book is a work of fiction, no persons, places, names, and events are not in any associated with actual places, names, and events. This book is made for entertainment purposes. Enjoy* It is written that you only realize how much you love something or someone when you are no longer with them, as humans once we realize this we do whatever it takes to get that thing back. Working for a prestigious company and coming from a wealthy and highly educated Family, Bryson Lawrence had everything that one needs in life.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.