บททั้งหมดของ A RISE FOR GRACE: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I opened my desk, and it's full of trash again today. This has been happening since the moment I arrived at this school on sponsorship. It's ridiculous that people would still be bullying others in university.Such behavior should have been left behind in high school. It's disheartening that fully grown adults still indulge in such acts.Unfortunately, I wasn't in the best of moods today. In annoyance, I picked up the desk, walked towards Fredrico's desk, and emptied the entire trash on him.The whole class was shocked, but Fredrico looked angrier than anyone, like an angry lion ready to pounce on its prey. I could tell he wanted to strangle me."Are you crazy?" he questioned. "Why would you pour trash on me? Do you have a death wish?""Yes, I do," I shouted back. "Do you think I've been keeping quiet all this time because I'm easy to bully or I can't stand up to you?If you expect me to kiss up to you like everyone else in this place, seeking to be in your good books and doing ridicu

The car continually sped past different buildings and the farther away we move from the familiar places, the more dim my hopes becomes. There is no point wasting my energy shouting, the car is tinted and with this speed, it is almost impossible for anyone to see my struggles.Not to consider the fact that no one would dare to stop a car of the Fidelis family.They noticed I have stopped struggling and exchanged looks after which the bodyguard stops holding me.After some time, the car was already in front of a big gate, the building before looks like a palace, so even if I have never been to a club before, I could tell that he did not bring me to a club like he has threatened.The gate swung open like a magic portal, letting Fredrico’s car cruise past the serious-looking guards into what seemed like a fairy tale land of luxury.The driveway was so smooth it felt like riding on a cloud, and the grass on either side was so perfectly trimmed, it looked like it belonged in a painting. Big

I headed back to the living room to find her admiring the pot of red roses mother had gifted me when I got this apartment as my 12th-year birthday gift. My mother is a dominant person in the house, and her presence is rarely felt. Her only duties are to serve my father, accompany him to functions when necessary, and communicate his wishes to us.You can imagine how everyone would go to their mother when they are sad or dejected for comfort; it is not the case for my brother and myself. She is simply a great wife but not someone we can rely on because there is nothing, she can do to help us.Her eyes always look sad, like there are a million tales of sadness behind them. Growing up, I used to wonder what the problem is and ask her, but I have grown accustomed to seeing her sad eyes, which she always masks with happiness whenever she has to appear in public. But the moment she is back home, she blends perfectly with the furniture.She always gives me weird gifts on my birthdays, like a

I was shocked by the notification that popped up on my phone. My boss confirmed the leave I applied for.I was dumbfounded. When and how did I apply for leave without being aware? I called him, trying to make sense of everything going on right now.He picked up on the second ring, and I quickly asked, "Tim, what do you mean by you will find someone to replace me pending the time that I'm able to resume work? Nothing is wrong with me, and I’m perfectly fine. I can even come to work right away.""I’m sorry, I can’t allow that," he said, and I could sense fear in his apology. "The café is the only business that my entire family depends on for survival. I can’t bear to risk it for just a week of your absence, but I promise you that you would always have a place here whenever you're ready to return," he said, sounding very apologetic."Alright, Tim, but can you at least tell me what is going on?" There was a long pause before he finally answered. "I got a call from someone in Fidelis Group

Adam was very displeased, but he knows Fred to be very stubborn; he would not discuss the issue further. He slapped his phone to the wall in annoyance before reaching for the landline sitting on his table and pressing a key.The phone got picked at the second ring. "Hello, sir," the voice at the other end of the phone said.Adam tugged at the ties to loosen it before responding. "Get me the full information of what happened in Picaremore University today and fetch me the girl. Dead or alive, I want to meet her.Also, get me every information that you can find about her family, take her to the warehouse; I need this to be done before the close of the day.""Alright, sir, on it," he responded before hanging up.Adam sank back in his chair before muttering, "Looks like no one is scared of me anymore. I will be sure to make an example of that classless bitch."He pressed another number on the telephone, and the secretary came in. "Fetch me another phone from the store and clean up this me