Write A Story Novels & Stories

This is a beginning of a new story for her and she was willing to write that story with sadiq. ***

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

he continued, looking around and speaking calmly like he heard the same story a million times. “But why the moon?” I asked him again, the story was sprouting more questions inside my head than before. “I don’t know, to be honest, I don’t think the story is true, maybe some of it might be true but most of it, I don’t think so,” he told me, and I could see why he thought like that, there were too many loopholes, too many unanswered questions. “Just because we don’t know the answer of things or don’t believe them doesn’t mean they can’t be true,” I told him looking at him straight in the eyes.

Just a little. Anderson let out a tired sigh. Regardless of his reluctance, the story had caught up to him, and he needed to finish it. No matter how good a life he had or was having here, he did not have his wife by his side. He did not know if a version of his wife was in the world he was in, but he would not fight to find out. No matter what, he did not have any kind of control except progressing the story. What if he did find her, and Suit pulled him out at that moment.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

Was it really an accident or something else? Misti's parents fell in love with each other when they first met in the past and they had a fairytale-like love story. Misti is fascinated by the love story of her parents and she wants the same for her life but she does not know that everyone's life is not the same and her love story will be a lot different than her parents'. But she did not know that her parents had faced a very challenging situation in the past but they overcame it with their love and faith in each other.

I’m sure there are a lot of people in the world who talk the way my sister does, and the fact that the girl right in front of me does as well doesn’t really prove anything. “No. I’m not from the orphanage. But I’m here to talk about Juliet since I’m thinking of writing a story about her life. Sister Margareth told me about you being her friend while she was there. So, I thought maybe you could help me?” I cross my fingers behind my back. I hope the odds where people confess to strangers easily happen.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

I wasn't going to be there to explain myself to her but I hope my book represent me and my regretful feeling. I wish to let the whole world know my story, I don't ever want to be judged wrongly and most importantly I write to my father first before anyone else. This is my story. Copyright ©️ 2022 Vivian Anna. All right reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by an means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical reviews and certain non commercial uses permitted by copyright law. For perm

Naraja didn’t know whether to perceive this as a threat or not, he couldn’t tell. Naraja: “Ummm~ hey, y’a sure there’s actually nothing else here with us, Anima~?” Anima: “Hm, I’m pretty sure cause this is my own world that I created~. See, here have a lookie~.” After Anima said that she held out one of her hands in front of Narajas’ face and then he saw a dazzling sunflower begin to form from the palm of her hand. Slowly rising up to finish all of its form in its entirety. He couldn’t believe it as his eyes grew more and more astonished at the fact, Anima. This girl had created a flower literally out of nothing like creating a drawing all from thought. Naraja just couldn’t believe it, but a