Romans & histoires Write Story

I’m not going to have to dodge that storm, and I can skip all my recuperating rituals. Tomorrow, I’m quitting my job. Next week, I’m flying back home. Biswa was distraught, when I told him about my decision when he called last night. He couldn’t believe it for a while. “What the hell will you do there?” he asked. I remembered Nisim’s insight: For the greatest story-tellers, telling their story is their deepest yearning. It’s their way of life. “I’ll write the second story.” I said. “Second story? When did you write the first one?”

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

'If you focus on the hurt, you will continue to suffer. If you focus on the lessons, you will continue to grow. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.' "I know I should have asked for your permission before telling anyone about your existence, I am sorry." Nora pleaded to daisy, in her haste to tell her grandma and Craig, she forgot to ask daisy if it was okay.

Until now, whenever she had asked her aunt or tried to broach the subject, her aunt had fiercely shut it down, insisting her parents were dead and there was no reason to discuss it. Her aunt had told her no stories of her parents, their hometown, or their families, explaining that it was for the best. Looking at Adrian Cagliari, a chilling certainty washed over her: there was far more to her story than she knew.

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.

Which I so badly want to keep away from him! "What happens, are you okay?" He says softly, almost whispering. "Well hopefully this will be the last time to tell the whole story because it's getting tiresome!!....aniways...in short i almost died so let me tell you how that happened!" I say after Which i also tell him the whole story and he looks really upset after that and holds me tight in his arms for some minutes and puts his face in the crock of my neck inhaling my scent. "God to know that I also lost you almost!!....I would have died!!" He mumbles in my ears with a shocked voice.

I yelped, realizing Ety operated under different rules than I had assumed. "Focus on the material!" Ety commanded sternly. I surrendered my questions for now, but I had learned something crucial: someone else from my world existed in this story. That knowledge alone planted a seed of hope. Ety continued the explanation: "Levels 1 to 100 represent your luck system within this book. However, because you acted inelegantly and begged Julian for affection like a desperate fool, your level dropped dramatically to -13. From this point forward, your luck will be extremely limited."

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.”

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.