Story Time Animated

I Married My Arch Nemesis

“Stephan dear, where’s that golden bracelet I bought when we traveled to Egypt?”“I don’t know mum, you must have misplaced it again. Honestly, what’s the need of buying expensive jewelry if you never wear them? You just keep misplacing everything.”She sat in front of her enormous dressing mirror which had gold edges, and was having her makeup done by Joan Marpier, the most famous and most well known makeup artist in the world, just one of my mother’s rich friends.Just then, my dad walked into the room. I could smell him before I could see him because of the perfume he always had on; Tom Ford, Diamond Edition. Only ten bottles of that perfume were made and my dad had six of them. They each went for about $275,000 a bottle and were notoriously hard to get. He also had on a gray Georgio Armani Pinstripe suit which also cost tens of thousands of dollars. My father had expensive taste, and I couldn’t blame him for that.My father grew up in an extremely poor household, with five siblings who often went for days without having anything to eat. He saw firsthand the effects of poverty and hardship and swore to do whatever it took to never be poor. From a young age, he had to work numerous hours a day, working several jobs to make ends meet. He toiled endlessly until one day, he finally hit the jackpot. Fast forward many years into the future and my father was now an extremely rich man, he was a billionaire who owned one of the biggest, if not the biggest telecommunications company in the world. He also had several companies which made him millions of dollars a year.Visit https://www.storytimeanimated.com/members to enjoy ad free listening. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

My Skin Is Made Of Money

"Where am I?"Suddenly, memories flooded my thoughts: the party, the girls, the accident."Johnny!" Mom hugged me. "You're finally awake," she sobbed."Francine, let him breathe!" Dad's jovial voice filled the room. "I must say, he does look better with those bandages," Hillary, my sister who was two years old than me, smirked, before she gave me a hug.An older lady in a white coat walked into the room. "Hi, John. I'm Dr. Patricia Reyes."What she told me next totally changed my life. Keep watching if you want to see how my crazy story turns out."What?! What do you mean you had to remove my leg?" I felt nauseated. "But.. school… baseball…hockey.. my scholarship!" I buried my head in my hands and cried. Hillary held me in her arms while Mom and Dad moved outside the room to chat with Dr. Reyes."It'll be ok, Johnny."Later I got discharged and was able to go home. At home, things were financially and emotionally strained.One evening I overheard my parents discussing the bills and that they needed a miracle. I needed a way to help my parents but what was I to do?Visit https://www.storytimeanimated.com/members to enjoy ad free listening. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

My Parents Hate That I’m A Girl

"What on earth are you wearing? You can't go to school looking like that! Take it off immediately!" Mom screeched.The horrified look on her face would make you think she'd caught me trying to sneak out in a skimpy outfit. Truth was, I was wearing a beautiful dress and had my hair tied in a ponytail."And since when is your hair that long? And you dyed it?"I'd worn a beanie all summer. Mom had no idea how long my hair had grown."I didn't dye it mom, I just let it grow back to its natural color. I want to look different this time.""You look horrible! I can't believe you'd do this to us."To them? I was confused. I tried to stand my ground but she dragged me to the bathroom and cut my hair then dyed it black."I hate you and I hate school!"I screamed at the top of my lungs."That's enough Erin. Now get rid of that dress and wear your normal clothes. Hurry or you'll be late on your first day at your new school." Mom answered me sternly.“Normal? They are all boy's clothes. I don't want to wear boy clothes anymore!” I said tearfully.Ever since I was a little girl, my parents dressed me as a boy. I didn't realize that they were boy clothes until elementary school when everyone started to mock me. I often came home crying but my parents never bought me girl clothes like I begged them to.Visit https://www.storytimeanimated.com/members to enjoy ad free listening. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I Come From A Family Of Assassins

I tried to hold on to the bar as much as I could with my sweaty hands, until they slipped. My feet were now the only thing holding me from plummeting into the piranha infested waters below. I heard a click, and before I knew it, arrows were flying at my face. One grazed my ear, but I somehow managed to climb to safety. Whose idea was it to make training courses this realistic?!Remember to hit those like and subscribe buttons so you never miss one of these crazy stories!I put on my uniform and headed downstairs for breakfast. The table was crowded with my brothers, stuffing their faces and slobbering like bulldogs. “What are you eating that for, you know this stuff’s for men!” Said my brother Jackson when I grabbed some of their protein bars.“I take the same classes you do, I need to build muscle too” I replied, throwing a donut at his face. The rest of my brothers all grabbed donuts and were about to throw them at me but I ducked into the kitchen. I heard their groans when the donuts hit a wall and chuckled.“Either you boys clean that wall or I MAKE you clean that wall!” Yelled my mom at them. She kissed me on the cheek as I headed out to school and threw the bag of daggers I almost forgot at me. I parked my motorcycle at its usual spot and headed in, carrying a monstrosity of bags as always. The girls in my year all seemed to have planned to swarm me on purpose, because I heard little yelps and squeals of annoyance that I was hitting them with my bags, when there was half a corridor of space for them to walk. I gave up on making friends with them a long time ago, but an assassin academy is not the best place to make enemies. Visit https://www.storytimeanimated.com/members to enjoy ad free listening. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

My White Teeth Ruined My Life

“Hey Harry, looking good today buddy. What am I even saying? You look good every single day, you lucky, handsome dude!” Someone said to me as I walked past him. I turned around and flashed him a smile, along with a thumbs-up sign. I really appreciated compliments.I continued to walk until I got to the hot-dog stand. I was hungry and wanted to grab a hot dog. A few meters away from me and sitting with her friends was Amy. Amy was one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen, if not the most beautiful. She had big beautiful blue eyes and lovely brown hair that grew all the way to her waist. I tried to get her attention by waving at her, but she either couldn't see me or she was simply ignoring me. Just then, her friend Amanda got up to receive a call. She distanced herself from the group until the call was finished, and just as she was about to go back, I walked up to her to have a little chat.“Hey Amanda, what’s up?” I greeted.“Hey there Harry, how you doing?” She replied.“I’m alright. I’d like to talk to you for a few seconds if you don’t mind.”“I’m all ears.”“Well…” I began “I really like your friend Amy, but it seems like she doesn’t even know or care to know me. I was wondering if you had any tips on how I could go about it so I’d get her attention and get her to like me.”Amanda paused for a moment before replying. Visit https://www.storytimeanimated.com/members to enjoy ad free listening. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I Can Make Any Boy Treat Me Like A Princess

Hi, my name is Jane, and I would like to tell you a story.I was just an average girl who enjoyed her morning walks, coffee and spending an unnecessary amount of time on the internet looking up pictures of cute dogs. If I could, I would have bought them all, but my boyfriend was allergic, at least that’s what he said. I’ve always suspected that he was secretly afraid of dogs. Either that or he hated them. I’m not sure which.I and Marcus had dated since we turned 19, we were 20 now and our relationship was serious. So serious that we had made plans for our wedding already. The highlight of our relationship was staying up late every night to watch my favorite series. Marcus always complained that the series was boring and predictable but he watched them anyway.One day, while we were lounging around his house, he casually said to me, “Jane, we need to talk.”As soon as he said that, I could sense that something I didn’t like was coming. He almost never called me by my name. He always referred to me as “Queen” or “Angel”. “I’m all ears dear, what do you wanna talk about?” I answered.“I don’t think this is working out. I need to break up with you.”Those dreaded words hit me like a hurricane, and before I knew it, or could even control myself, I burst out crying. And this was an ugly cry, complete with snot bubbles and unintelligible words. Visit https://www.storytimeanimated.com/members to enjoy ad free listening. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I Get Treated Like A Princess, But Still Hate My Life

“Princess Charlotte, here are your strawberries.”“Thank you.”“And here are your fluffy slippers. Would you like a foot massage this morning?”“Yes please.”“Princess, your father has a meeting with the President of France this morning and he’d like you to meet him so please get ready right after breakfast.”“Okay.”This was a snippet of my life at twelve years old. I was a princess with a life many would envy. And I would inherit the entire kingdom someday so basically – I was a billionaire. My life was ideal – well – for basic people I guess.I got breakfast in bed and I had at least three servants who’d get me whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I lived in a massive castle and had almost an entire floor to myself. I got everything but do you know what? I was sick of it all!So you’re probably wondering – well Charlotte, you have the life any girl would love so what exactly were you sick of anyway?Well firstly, I had no real friends my age. Because I was royalty, I was homeschooled. I had a governess and I know it sounds old fashioned but hey, that was my life. I had no siblings so often I had no one my age to talk to. My online activities were restricted for safety reasons so I couldn’t even make virtual friends. Sometimes I saw other kids but those were boring kids of other royal families and they weren’t really worth knowing to be honest. And we didn’t have much to talk about because our lives were really similar.Visit https://www.storytimeanimated.com/members to enjoy ad free listening. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I Was In A Billionaire Model Purse

The airport officers watched as the woman walked towards them. It was obvious from the clothes she was wearing and the expensive purse she was carrying, that she was very wealthy.“Wow, just look at her! Oh to be as rich and famous as her!”“Yeah, I know, I’d be happy with half of her money!”“Sshh!”The woman approached the x-ray machine, one of the officers went to check her, whilst the other stared at the computer screen displaying the contents of her purse.“What is that?”The officer rubbed his eyes, it looked like a tiny person was inside the purse.“That’s ridiculous, it must be some kind of error with the machine”“Ok, Ma’am. You can go!”“Hi, I’m Abigail. And I’m that tiny person! Crazy right?”If you think that’s crazy then you will lose your mind when you see what happens at the end of this story. “Let me take you back to the beginning, where it all started.”It was a Saturday afternoon in the middle of summer.I was in my local shopping mall just minding my own business, when I suddenly noticed a huge crowd had gathered at the other side of the mall.Visit https://www.storytimeanimated.com/members to enjoy ad free listening. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

My Magic Purse Controls My Life

“You’re so cute Georgina!” Teddy bear“Thank you teddy!”“Yes and your curly hair is so lovely.” Doll“Thank you Barbie!”“Mom, dad, she’s talking to her stuff again!”My brother never understood anything... and he was so so annoying.“But they’re talking back! Can’t you hear them?”“Oh my gosh you’re such a weirdo! MOM!”I was only about five years old and for a while I didn’t know that I was the only one who could speak to objects. My parents were worried at first then they decided that I was probably going through some weird kind of phase. But I wasn’t! In fact, I thought that all kids could do it! Well, it wasn’t like I started the conversations. They were the ones who started talking to me. It wasn’t just my teddy and my Barbie; chairs, bottles, books, walls, trees – almost everything spoke to me. I watched Beauty and the Beast once and when I saw the talking cup, clock and candle I thought that maybe it was normal. But what was wrong with my brother? And my parents? Were they just pretending that they couldn’t hear them too?Visit https://www.storytimeanimated.com/members to enjoy ad free listening. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Parents Lied To Me My Whole Life, I’m Disgusted

"Incoming! Female, early forties, motor vehicle accident." Carrie the head nurse shouted from her station."I'll take her." I said as I walked towards the emergency entrance where I knew the ambulance would arrive any minute.My shift at Woodvale Grove hospital had just started and she was going to be my first patient for the day."Good morning Doctor Hernandez, surprised to see you here this early."Diane, my colleague, said as she joined me."What is that supposed to mean?""Isn't your rich dad friends with Mr Broth the hospital director? I heard he's the reason you got the job. You don't have to work hard like the rest of us."Clearly, Diane wasn't my biggest fan."Come on Diane, if you keep harassing me like this I'll start to think that you like me. You know all you have to do is ask me out for dinner." I winked at her and her cheeks turned pink.The wailing sound of an ambulance siren got our attention. A few seconds later, the ambulance doors opened and out came two paramedics and my patient. "Ma'am can you hear me? What's your name?" I asked her after the paramedics briefed me on her condition. Visit https://www.storytimeanimated.com/members to enjoy ad free listening. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.