Romance-stories storie

A Otome game like-story turned into a revenge plot

Darby has always been "too" something: Too big to be a good soccer player. Too uninterested to land a good boyfriend. Too lazy to do well in school. Too focused on playing video games... But when a new player enters Darby's world, she begins to realize that it may be less about her being too much and more about the world being not enough. Can Darby survive junior year unscathed, or will she have to conform to the expectations of the world around her?

A story about you, a self insert main character, being best friends (later boyfriend) with the FMC, Elyn! Background: Your best friend, Elyn is a brown-haired, average sized and rather cute girl. She is rather tomboyish, usually wearing dark coloured men-styled clothes as opposed to dresses, skirts and such. Elyn was taken in by her aunt after both her parents passed away in an accident. While they try their best at taking away of her, they are regularly away for weeks on end. Because of that, she usually feels lonely at home. With very few friends as well, she is fiercely loyal and close to them.

For Nathan Skye - An eighteen year-old, below average high schooler - love seemed to be an impossibility for him. That is, until a beautiful vexen by the name of Elise Barrowman wandered into his life. Now, with his outlook on the world shaken and slowly crumbling down, he must find a way to get the girl and save the world from a malevolent entity; Himself. Will he be able to call Elise his own? Spoiler alert; You have to find out yourself.

This is a sizzling short story and the cool thing is that Mr. Kennedy has more of these hot stories, tales like: [[ASIN:B00AXO6SGI Peppermint Oil]],[[ASIN:B00AUZJNLM A Phalanx of Swine (Sex, Love & Romance In Venice Beach)]],and so on, just search T.D. Kennedy in the Kindle Store. This one grabbed me right up fast, right there on Amazon. The cover was classy, so different, like something on a real old Vanity Fair cover, so different from all the rest, like one of those old 40's movies. I wanted to zip into a fast, exciting read, but wanted more than the lame stuff that's all over the place. I wanted a story because I was cramped for time. So thinking, "Where I Thought I Was Going," what's that? What a weird title like a cross between a soap opera and a Zen Koan. I had to see more and punched Amazon's Look Inside button: "And don't call me Kimmy; it sounds like some oddball Chinese desert." Her head rang. She felt vacant, as if suspended in diving gear at one of those thermal vents on the bottom of a dark sea where they find weird glowing things. That same feeling that swarmed over her as a girl of six when her mother and father fought so much. . . ." The cover and the opening were way different from what's out there on the covers when you scroll down on an Amazon search. It was marvelous to discover a gold mine of new reading. All the rest of T.D. Kennedy's stories grabbed me. . . no, I'm not going to ruin the surprise for you; it will blow you away. This writer does jump off the page with all his sizzling short stories. You won't get bored and slam your Kindle down. Sex, Love, Obsessions, Passion, Romance and the freaky lives of ordinary folks living in the heart of the entertainment capital, on the West Side of Los Angeles, the movie industry: this is a cross section of the wild people that live there. I just hope he's gonna do a lot of them, for a long time. That's the one thing I don't like, the thing of not knowing if they will keep coming.

Layla was... particular. Not in a way people could easily define, but in the way she carried herself, in the way she moved through life like everything had already been thought through, decided, placed exactly where it needed to be. She wasn't overly optimistic, not the kind that believed everything would magically work out. Hers was quieter than that. Sharper. The kind that came from knowing she had already planned for every possible outcome. Nothing in her life was accidental. Everything had a place. Everything made sense. She had a routine she never broke, a life that never surprised her, and a world that stayed exactly the way she expected it to. Until it didn't. Until someone walked into the classroom like rules didn't apply to him. Or maybe he didn't walk. Maybe he just... existed loudly enough to be impossible to ignore. Either way, everything shifted. Because after him, things stopped making sense. Her nights were no longer quiet. They were filled with dreams that didn't feel like dreams. They felt vivid. Lingering. Like something just out of reach. Like something she should remember. Like something that belonged to her. And that was the problem. Because Layla didn't forget things. This wasn't supposed to happen. And when the truth began to surface, it didn't come with clarity. It came in fragments. In moments that felt misplaced. In pieces of a past that didn't align with the life she knew she had lived. That was when she understood. There had been a before him. There was a during him. And somehow... There would be an after him. She just never thought she would have to live it.