Write What You Want! Novels & Stories

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞??

On the day Mom transfers the house to my younger brother, Elio Campbell, I'm busy paying off his fourth credit card. "You're his older sister. It's your duty to take care of your younger brother. The house may be in his name, but you'll always have a room here," she reminds me. However, later on, my sister-in-law, Bonnie Smith, transforms that room into a nursery without even consulting me. At the ripe old age of 38, I'm single, homeless, and have no savings. Mom tells me, "Your brother's second child is starting kindergarten soon. Why don't you help out with the tuition? It's not like you have much to spend your money on anyway." I chip in because I still care about my family. I'm d

But did not move a muscle as he continued to gaze down at me. "Please," I finally begged, unable to stand the torment. "Please? Please, what? Tell me what you want," he demanded softly. "You know what I want," I whimpered out as his thumb brushed a bit closer to my tingling nipple. "Yes, but I want to hear you say it." I groaned in annoyance. There was no way I could tell him what I wanted. To say something like that out loud was… naughty. Thinking it was bad enough, but to speak it? That was worse.

The day I got out of prison, my sister's adopted brother, Finn Andersen, livestreamed my homecoming. He shoved the camera in my face. "This is my brother. Even after being abused by thirteen people, he somehow found the strength to keep going." The comments blew up instantly. Evelyn Andersen frowned, but Finn just shrugged. Three years ago, I would've lost it. This time, I smiled at the camera. "Why shouldn't I keep living? They're the ones who deserve to be judged. They're the ones who should die. Not me." When we got home, it was the anniversary of our parents' deaths. Evelyn had Finn place flowers on their graves instead of me. I didn't stop her. When she gave Finn my room and stuc

“What do you want?” He leans back slightly, a contemplative look crossing his face. “I want a life with you. Whatever that looks like. If it means kids, then I’m all in. If it means no marriage, that’s fine too. I just… I want to build something real with you. Something that lasts.”

�𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗔𝗻𝗱... 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁, 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗮� ��𝗮𝗶𝗻.”

Creates a new you. And the new me? Shameless. Ready to explore. Ready to be wild. And ready to get my pussy filled tonight.

Can someone please wake me up when everything's fine? Who would enjoy a life where problems come one after another? I am just trying to survive. I am just trying to change my fate, but what are all these? "Haa…" I'm tired…

"What have you been wanting to do with me?I don't mind doing anything for you. He said, grinning. I chuckled. "A lot...I want to go on dates with you..I want to take walks with you...I just really want to see you everyday. What do you want to do with me?”

That served as a wake-up call for me. And that's when I realized, yes, that's right, this is it! That is exactly what I am lacking! When it came to the execution, I kept on wishing and dreaming but didn't have a plan in place, as if I were hoping for some sort of miracle or magic to happen so that my wish would come true while I patiently waited for it, and it was then I realized how absurd this was all. To accomplish my goal, I wrote down everything I needed to do in a notebook, including the things I desperately wanted. I wanted to publish a book, so I created an action plan and began completing each item on the list one at a time.