Banter Stories

THALIA When a woman dressed in a black suit approached me on a train track, whilst I was holding a bottle of blue spray paint in my left hand and a face covered with paint, I didn't hesitate to say no to her proposition: BE HER BRIDESMAID AT HER WEDDING Yes, I did have questions, like any sane person would. But I honestly would have said yes anyways, even if she hadn't caught me committing a crime. Plus, Free food? Count me in. What I didn't expect is for my life to turn on its axis. __________________________________________ Read Thalias story as fate reunites her with her family !STRONG LANGUAGE THROUGHOUT! TW: - body shaming - SA - abuse

He looks like he might close the space between us. He looks like he wants to. My brain supplies a dozen sane exits. My body refuses every one. He looks as if he might kiss me. So I do something- exactly the kind of crazy I'm proud of but later I regret. I bite him right on the shoulder. He's in a tank, and my teeth definitely sink in. "What the hell?" he jerks back with a sharp laugh, stumbling slightly. "Did you just bite me?" "I panicked!" I defend, a little too quickly. "You don't have to mark me when I'm already yours, Swan." he says. Excuse me? "What!?" I blink, nearly tripping over my own foot. "What did you just say?" He shrugs, all cool and composed, "I'm already yours." he repeats, like it's nothing. Like it's not the verbal equivalent of a punch to the stomach and a kiss to the soul. My jaw drops. "Are you- are you okay?" "Perfectly," he says, then taps his shoulder. "Just sore though." ✧𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.✧ ✩Amara Fontaine, a 24 year old ballerina. She was light, grace, and everything golden. A ballerina with a heart too kind for the cruel world. But even the brightest stars can be swallowed by the dark. 🜲Xavier Hayes, a 27 year old boxer. He was ruthless, untouchable, and everything dark. A man who never let anyone close-until her. But love makes even the strongest men bleed. Tropes- Boxer X Ballerina Enemies to Lovers Touch her and 🔪 He fell first and she fell harder Possessive and Obsessed MCs Nicknames and Banter Betrayal and Revenge [THIS IS A CLOSED DOOR ROMANCE!]

When a storm leaves Christian, a farmer boy, and Ellis, a city boy chef stranded on a mysterious island, the two are forced to work together to survive. Between building fires, finding food, and dealing with mysteries of the island, the tension between them grows-along with their unexpected bond. Will they make it off the island, or will they end up getting stranded in more ways than one? Read to find out ;)

She's Red Bull's new boss: combat boots, sharp tongue, military past. He's Mercedes' legend: cold strategy, warm gaze, killer jawline. Enemies in the paddock. Allies at heart. F1 becomes a battlefield of stolen glances, pitlane chaos, and unexpected tenderness. War was inevitable. So was love.

Your a normal person who got hit with a wave of nostalgia when you go into your bathroom and then exit only to fall from the sky and into a horde of shard amalgamations with your fate being unknown will you lose it as your mind breaks or will you be killed or will you survive and try your best to help the others though they see you as a monster that needs to be put down I DONT OWN STUFF UNLESS I SAY SO

Samantha's world has always been quiet-just her, her books, and the hope of surviving college without drawing too much attention. She's the girl who prefers libraries over parties, essays over gossip, and invisibility over chaos. Nick, on the other hand, is chaos in human form-the star quarterback, campus golden boy, and the last person anyone would expect to notice her. But when one late-night encounter turns into stolen moments, secrets, and whispers that spread faster than wildfire, Samantha finds herself in the spotlight for the first time in her life-because the quarterback has his eyes on the bookworm. Now the whole school is watching. She's fighting to stay grounded. He's fighting to prove he's not just a cliché. And together? They might just rewrite the playbook.

Lando Norris has lived next door for years. So has she. The difference? He never really noticed her. Lando is exactly what the media paints him as: charming, reckless, and painfully aware of how easily people fall for him. Girls come and go. Late nights turn into early mornings. The walls between their houses are thin enough that she hears everything: the laughter, the music, the arguments, the heels clicking down the hall at ungodly hours. And she keeps score. Their relationship is simple: Sarcastic banter over the fence. Passive-aggressive comments about noise levels. Her teasing him about his "guest rotation." Him calling her "the fun police." They coexist. Until they don't.

All of them will pay... Before the gods, before the moons and sun, and even before the heaven's themselves. The world was ruled by 7 dragons. And their one dragon king Alarictis . But they went missing after there king was banished by the heavens. But what's to make the world when they return? The goddess Nilufer! God of all Seas! But being a new god, I have to figure out how to rule a nation, keep order, and repent for the sins of the h̸̹̔ư̶̢m̷͕̓a̶̙͐ń̷͓ ̴̘̋c̶͉͂r̴͇̒e̷̺͘ä̸̻́t̵͖̾i̵̼͘o̴̜̒n̴̜̿? with a looming prophecy of the heavens return... No matter for the stage needs an actor and the show must go on! So I shall smile and dance this eternal role the heavens had given me! h̵͓̀ő̵̠w̴̟̾ ̴͈͑m̵̡̚u̵̖͐c̸͍̃ḧ̴̻́ ̶̺͝l̸͙̓o̷̤͒ñ̶̥g̶͕̏ḛ̶̌r̵̲͝ ̷̰̈́s̶̠̿h̷̛̭ạ̷͛l̴̤͆l̸͖͌ ̴̱̀I̴͖͑ ̵̭͐s̶̛̰u̷̠̿f̸̼̎f̸̧̕ȇ̸̜r̸̨̿?̴̻͋ ̷͆͜w̵̐͜h̴͎̾ę̴̈́n̷̖̅ ̵͙̑w̴͎͑i̶̖̒l̴͝ͅl̶̩̽ ̴̘͋t̴͈͗ĥ̸̠ê̵͎ ̴͕̍c̴̪̀ȗ̷̠ȓ̴̨t̷̟̓ă̴̢i̸̻͒n̶̻̆s̵̼͆ ̸͍̅f̶͔͐í̸̭n̵̗̒ȁ̴͓ĺ̶͔l̷̏͜ỳ̴̻ ̸̩̾c̴̹̈́l̵͓̿o̶̲̕s̶̆ͅê̶̞?̵͎̈ but in the end I'm only a ?̷̩̐u̷͚̓Ḿ̸̱a̵͉̒!̶̜̿n̸̯̄

Melissa Bealey wasn't looking for romance. She was looking for onion rings. Ned Doherty wasn't looking for commitment. He was looking for a ride to band practice. They met in a Burger King booth somewhere between the ketchup pump and the Barry Manilow soft hits, and nothing has been the same since. He's a man with a dream. She's a woman with a coupon for two milkshakes. Somewhere between bowling league nachos, disco dance lessons from Aunt Marigold, and kissing under a deli awning at midnight, they might just find a love as unpredictable-and as fabulous-as a mirrored jumpsuit. My Disco Disaster - The love story you didn't know you needed, set to the soundtrack you forgot you loved.

A "simple retrieval" job should have been easy coin...until Garrick gets hired to escort Tamsin, a thief with too much confidence and a suspicious sense of direction. Together, they head into the low hills toward an abandoned shrine and a missing ledger, chasing rumors that sound harmless right up until you're the one walking straight toward them.

Magnolia has never felt love, never known the pull of desire, or even an itch of excitement in that regard, and she's content to keep living out her life watching the couples who frequent the little bookshop she works at with longing and curious eyes. That is, until a tall, captivatingly handsome and arrogant man walks into her bookstore-and life-and somehow worms his way into her little bubble.

[MLM] Moving to another state to start anew was Ryan's best bet in leaving behind memories of a messy situation. But when Cash Durand tumbles into the backseat of his taxi, suddenly, Ryan's got another messy situation on his hands―this one might be worth sticking around for, though. Maybe even worth both of them acknowledging their individual pasts clinging to their present selves. ****** At the fresh age of twenty-five, Ryan decides to move out of his small (and homely) two-bedroom flat, opting for a new start, away from messy memories and messy situations. What he'll soon find is a messier situation; starting with the one-room flat in a rural Indiana town he can't remember the name of, where his wake-up calls are the shouts from the town common across the road, because of course, the one place he found was smack in the middle of the busiest street. A cabbie as a job seems like a step up from his bartending days back in Illinois, and, well, it's not great compared to his exercise science bachelor's degree gathering dust, but he's still proving to the world that he's found something all on his own. Then, a day after he got the job, Ryan comes face to face with a twenty-something beaten up by life, who has a fire burning constantly in the palms he curls into fists, dark shadows under his eyes, and who acts like Ryan should know him―like there is more to them than this moment, than who they are right now. Maybe to him; but to Ryan, he's just the cabbie driving the annoying guy to the ice rink or random bars. That's all there should be to them. Until the cycle of familiarity becomes the string joining them together, and the past tangles with the present--even states away. No one can steer clear of messy situations forever.

Four years. Four years since Elliot Kane left the country, leaving behind the laughter, the chaos, and the way he made the world feel lighter-like nothing could touch us. I told myself I didn't care. I told myself I'd moved on. And yet, seeing him now, standing in our family's living room proved how wrong I was. "Sasha! Come down, you have to see this!" my brother, Julian Moreau, called from below, his voice full of excitement. I hesitated for a moment, my heart stuttering, before taking the marble steps. My parents, Alexander and Celeste Moreau, were greeting his parents, smiling warmly. But it wasn't them who drew my attention first. There he was. Elliot Kane, casual yet confident, leaning against the edge of the table, his eyes sweeping the room like he owned none of it, yet belonged anywhere else. Beside him stood Liana Kane, his sister, radiant and poised as ever, laughing at something he said. "Braces," I said instinctively, smirking. The nickname had stuck back in our high school days. "Glasses," he replied, his grin widening. Four years apart, and it was as if no time had passed at all. Liana hurried over, hugging me tightly. "Sasha! I can't believe it's really you. It's been ages!" "I know," I replied, hugging her back. "So much has happened..." Across the room, Julian and Elliot were already at it-shoulder bumps, laughing between the secrets they share like old times. "You've been away too long, Kane," Julian said, ruffling Elliot's hair. "And you've gotten even taller," Elliot shot back, nudging him with that same easy confidence that made him infuriating and charming all at once. And yet, beneath all the laughter, beneath the familiarity, there was a thread of something unsaid between Elliot and me. A memory only the three of us shared, a secret that had stayed with us even through years and distance. Four years had changed him. And it was painfully clear... I'd changed too.

Garrick and Tamsin make it out of the shrine alive, which feels like a victory. Unfortunately, the sword comes with conditions: it glows, it won't let go, and it's turning Garrick's day into a public spectacle one mistake at a time. Tamsin, naturally, thinks this is the best development possible.

A new town, new school, new people, new everything. that means a fresh start for Hollie Henderson. Dustin Henderson's sister, Hollie, had to move away with their dad when they divorced, moving to a small town in Illinois called Sundale, but when she could finally run away, she headed back to her mom and brother's house, hoping to leave all the awful memories of her dad back in Illinois. but here? in Hawkins, Indiana? There's another problem. and his name is Steve Harrington. All rights go to the Duffer Brother's and stranger things as the setting, characters (apart from Hollie Henderson) and most of the storyline etc. was created by them, not me. TRIGGER WARNINGS - violence, underage drinking, swearing, gore, death, threats, sexual references, emotional and sensitive content. P.S - Every chapter's title is a famous song that should hint loosely to the chapter (some are more specific than others) IDEAS ARE WELCOME!!

If Sam & Max were to ever be in Smash Bros. (huge asterisk on "if") I picture them having their own conversational segment. You know, something akin to Snake's Codecs or Palutena's Guidance. And thus, we have the Freelance Police Inspection. In it, our lawfully dubious duo gives their two-cents on each and every fighter in the latest Smash Brothers roster. Some informative, others not so much. Or at all for that matter. (All things considered, this was a pretty refreshing writing exercise I gave myself. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.) Disclaimer: This is a simple parody featuring characters I do not own. Both Sam & Max and Super Smash Bros. belong solely to respective owners, Steve Purcell and Masahiro Sakurai.

Aria has three rules for surviving her final year at Crestwood University: maintain her 4.0 GPA, secure her dream grad school recommendation, and avoid Jaykay Park at all costs. For three years, they've been academic rivals-competing for top grades, clashing in seminars, and driving each other crazy with every debate. He's infuriating, effortless, and always one step ahead. She's meticulous, driven, and refuses to lose to him. But when their professor pairs them together for a career-defining research project, everything changes. Late-night library sessions reveal unexpected vulnerabilities. Heated arguments turn into deeper conversations. And somewhere between the coffee runs and collaborative breakthroughs, Aria realizes the line between hate and something else entirely is thinner than she thought. Contains: Enemies to lovers Slow burn romance University/academic setting Forced proximity Banter and tension Emotional depth and vulnerability Smart, driven characters Happy ending

Rich girl x scholarship student

Vamika Shah enters a new school hoping for a fresh start, but fate has other plans. In the same corridors walks Abhiyukt Malhotra, the boy she once liked and now calls her enemy. Unspoken feelings and a past they refuse to acknowledge keep them apart, while a secret marriage binds them closer than anyone could imagine. In a world of classrooms, exams, and stolen glances, two hearts struggle between hatred and love, hiding a truth that could change everything.

She's failing one class. He's failing to stay away. Naomi Ellis has her life mapped out-grades first, distractions never. She's the girl who keeps her head down, the one professors love and classmates barely notice. But when her GPA takes a hit, she's forced into tutoring sessions with Blake Carter, the campus golden boy quarterback. Blake isn't just muscle and charm-he's secretly brilliant in the one subject Naomi can't crack. And he's determined to prove she's more than the "Ellie" he teases her into being. Late-night study sessions turn into stolen glances. Nicknames become private jokes. And suddenly, Naomi's carefully drawn lines blur under Blake's grin and the way he calls her Ellie like it's a secret only they share. She wanted grades. He wanted the win. But when tutoring turns into temptation... neither of them can resist playing for keeps. -- Blake leaned back, watching her with that infuriating grin. "You know, Naomi Ellis sounds way too formal for someone who bites her lip when she's stuck." Her head snapped up. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shrugged, leaning closer. "I'm calling you Ellie. Fits better. Besides, it's just for me." She rolled her eyes, but her pulse betrayed her. "That's ridiculous." "Ridiculously perfect. And now it's ours." The nickname lingered in the air, heavier than the silence between them.