Write The Expressions Novels & Stories

When Nahlela is given an assignment to write an article about a retired footballer, she is excited and eager. What she didn't anticipate was his rude and demeaning behaviour. He desired her from the moment he set eyes on her! His first words to her were cruel but his body ached to speak a different language. He craved her company and her touch, but he pushed her away.

From the time I was ten until I turned eighteen, my parents made me write 299 IOUs. Every time I needed money, I had to borrow it and pay it back as an adult. Then I got into a car accident. I needed money for surgery but was still short by 3,000. With no other options, I went to my parents for help. But they just gave me cold smiles. “Clara, you’re eighteen now. We have no obligation to give you money anymore. If you need it, write another IOU.” While holding back tears, I wrote my 300th IOU. After my surgery, I saw my adopted sister’s social media post. In the pictures, she was celebrating her 18th birthday on a cruise. She was the center of attention, like a princess. My parents had given her a luxury apartment in the city and a Maserati as birthday gifts. Even my childhood friend was looking at her with love in his eyes. She said they were the ones she loved and thanked them for giving her the best of everything. I looked down at the crumpled IOU in my hand and suddenly laughed. Once I paid off my debt, I would no longer need such a family.

After I turned sixteen, I inherited the huge fortune my parents had left behind. As soon as the money was in my account, I hired a fake family online. A dad, a mom, and an older brother. Then, I gave them their instructions. "My dad doesn't say much, but he always lets me have my way." "My mom is gentle and a wonderful cook, especially when she makes barbecue ribs." "My older brother has poor health, and he doesn't like me. Just act like I don't exist." The three of them froze, and their expressions darkened. A long time passed before the woman playing my mother took my hand and asked softly, "Why did you hire a family? Do you miss them that much?" I avoided the guilt in her eyes, buried my face in her arms, and smiled. "Being alone is too boring." They were obviously relieved, but when no one was looking, I quietly wiped away my tears. What I did not tell them was that… I was dying. So, please. Don't hypnotize me into forgetting your faces again this time.

I found an old quill in an antique shop and decided to buy it since I have always wanted to write with quills. However, as soon as I touched the quill to the paper, I was transported into the book. I wasn't the only one there, though three males who always hide their identities behind masks were in the book with me. They claim the quill belongs to them, and I must return it. Since I refuse, they follow me into every book I go into. One day, I was debating which of my mature books to write when I accidentally spilled the ink onto my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The only way they'll help me out of the book is if I give the quill back, and there is now a fourth. As I go through more of the book with them, I start noticing things. Things I had never planned for in my book, and it concerned me because even though I hadn't written those parts yet, none of the other stories I had used the quill on had ever gone that off track. However, when we tried to leave the book, it wouldn't let us back out. It seems we're stuck in the book until we finish all 1001 Dark Tales.

A well-known actor, Ellie Syallis have fans of varying levels— most of them are obsessed, very obsessed. A day awaited by her fans came, where people that won and bought the limited slots came. They finally met their idol face to face, got to shake hands with the female and an autograph on one of her limited-edition DVDs, on cards and on pictures as well. But her once peaceful life will start to take turn for the worse she sees at that very moment. A man wearing a formal business suit with a stoic appearance approached her. She gladly offered her hand and so they shook hands. The male asked for her autograph and she said "yes" with a brimming smile. She couldn't take her eyes of the male. He was undeniably handsome and somehow mysteriously attractive. "Here!" She handed her autograph on the sheet of paper the male gave. “Have a nice day! And oh, please keep on supporting me!” She added and partly bowed. The stranger flashed a smirk that made her heart skip a beat, both in a pinch of threat or fear and in unknown excitement. "You're now my wife. Hello, Mrs. Folster. Can't wait to spend the rest of my days with you." Her facial expressions shifted to surprise, annoyance, fear, melancholy, and into anger as she finally took a glance on the paper she signed. It was a marriage contract!

Theresa Gray's genius writing lands her a job as a journalist in one of the best agencies in New Havens, and a contract to write the biography of a renowned author, Robert Johnson. But you know what they say; look before you leap. And Theresa had failed to do just that. Not only did unimaginable and unacceptable secrets wind up, her life became a whirlwind and not even the one good thing – the love she shared with his nephew – could save her from this turbulence.

My mother-in-law lives alone. One day, her house suddenly catches on fire. It's a life-threatening situation. I call my firefighter husband several times before he answers impatiently. "I don't care why you're calling—can't it wait? I'm fixing Sophie's pipes!" I tell him about his mother being trapped in a fire, but he merely sneers. "How dare you curse my mother just to make me go home? You're insane!" He hangs up without another word. I'm left helpless. All I can do is wait for his colleagues to arrive, but they only come half an hour later. Their expressions shift to horror when they see the blazing fire. "Didn't Captain Scott say his wife was lying?" My mother-in-law dies due to the delay. My husband even misses the funeral because of his first love. I give up on him and ask for a divorce. However, he rips the divorce agreement to shreds and shatters the urn that contains his mother's ashes. "Drop the act—I would definitely go through with the divorce if not for my mother!" I laugh. He doesn't even know his mother is already dead.

Creation a place where anything and everything is possible, A nomadic warrior race called the Zerrohnians once a powerful race of 7-foot tall giant warriors. They are the greatest defenders of Creation and known by the name of Knights through the actions of their sister race called Xer-ragzh they were forced to abandon their fallen home of Requiem. A Promise made to their fallen home they will never repeat the same mistake and vow to protect their new home. Here they shall write their story here they shall right the wrongs made upon them, May none find them wanting.

Shayla Sengupta is the type of woman who has that razor-sharp smile, a devil-may-care attitude and has the type of beauty that poets write sonnets about. She knows it and also knows just how to use all of it to get what she wants.But after a handful of most unfortunate incidents where she almost ends up drowning in the dangerous waters she tried to tread on ; Shayla faces the danger of dying due to thirst. Does a certain blue eyed boy with the voice of a nightingale prove to be the water for Shayla when she is stuck in the desert?

"Too bad, you need to learn how to write erotic stories in order to be a part of their collaboration." Pigil ang hininga niya habang unti-unting humahaplos ang kamay ng kanyang boss paakyat sa kanyang balikat. "You want me to help you?" Ash Santillan, a CEO of a publishing company in the country, offered himself to help Yamirah in learning how to write erotic stories. At this juncture of a moment, it is indeed the greatest help and best idea she would accept. Kailanga'ng-kailangan niya ito sa kagustuhan niyang makita ang iniidolong manunulat na siyang kasali sa collaboration series na gagawin nila. Sukdulang naisipan niyang magpaubaya sa gustong gawin ng binatang boss sa kanya. Gusto niyang um-oo, ngunit ni simpleng tango ay hindi niya maibigay sa oras na iyon. Nanatili siya sa posisyon hanggang sa tuluyan nang dumampi ang mainit na hininga ng binata sa sensitibong parte ng kanyang leeg. "Remember all the details that might happen at this very moment, young lady. Be submissive and you will be able to see him. Do you want that?" her 'beyond compare' and god-like employer---that's how she sees him---whispered in a manner that made her thank the world for letting her exist. Isang nag-aalinlanga'ng tango ang pinakawalan niya. "Good." Ngumisi ang binata. "Now, Yamirah, strip."