Abandoned Mga Nobela at Kwento

I never went out of my way to follow what happened after that. Every now and then, I would see people online saying that Marc had lost his mind. But by then, I already had my own life. None of it had anything to do with me anymore. Until one day, Rocky, one of the children from the orphanage, approached me and whispered mysteriously, "That person came again." I frowned slightly. "Who?" Rocky pointed toward the entrance. I followed his finger and saw a figure quickly disappearing to hide. I had a pretty good idea who it was, but I went outside anyway.

" My heart sank into a cold, heavy pit as their words echoed in my ears. None of it mattered to me anymore. All I wanted was for the day to come when I could sever ties with them once and for all. … That night, looking at the confirmation email in my inbox, I couldn't help but feel over the moon. I honestly thought it would take forever, but the opportunity had arrived so much sooner than expected. My application to study abroad had been approved. Previously, this was just a pipe dream. Yet, when I first arrived at the Langston residence, they had given me roughly 45 thousand dollars. Combined with what I'd saved from my part-time jobs, it was just enough to fund my studies overseas.

With a cry of anguish, Caleb shoved Vanessa away. She hit the ground hard, scraping both knees against the rough pavement. But she didn’t bother about the pain. She simply curled into herself and burst into uncontrollable sobs. She didn’t need anyone to tell her what this meant. Even without Caleb speaking, she already knew everything was over. Caleb looked down at her with nothing but disgust. “We’re done, You and I are finished.” he said coldly. His voice carried no trace of affection. “I regret ever marrying you… and I curse the day we met.”

The only price was damage to the nerves controlling my legs. Ivan walked toward us. He leaned down to kiss my forehead, then scooped me up in his arms. "Hey! People are watching, you know." His men smiled as they pushed my wheelchair. Nico shrugged and muttered, "Mom and Dad are always like this." On the way back, rain started pouring. A red light stopped us briefly in a neighborhood where homeless people camped. Through the car window, I spotted a familiar figure. He'd grown so thin he was barely recognizable, fighting with others over territory for a tent. It was Alessandro. After Ivan became Don, he was officially expelled from the family. His mother had fallen ill from the disgrace and n

ALPHA CADEN'S POV The abandoned estate had long since become my sanctuary. Hidden deep within an overgrown forest where even hunters no longer ventured, the crumbling structure stood like the last memory of a forgotten kingdom. Moss covered the cracked stone walls, vines crawled through shattered windows, and the roof groaned whenever the wind swept across the trees. Most people believed this place was cursed. That belief suited me perfectly. Fear kept visitors away. Silence kept me alive. I stood beside the broken window, watching the thick forest sway beneath the evening breeze. Shadows stretched across the ground as the last traces of sunlight disappeared b

I didn’t know why, but something about this made me feel something deep in my chest. “We’re here,” Adrian said quietly, turning off the engine. The sudden silence scared me. The only sound was the sound of water hitting the dock. Nathan closed his laptop and looked up. “According to the records, the facility was abandoned ten years ago. Nothing since then.” “Except that Vanessa is now using it for her hideout,” Leo muttered. Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Except for her.”

You are not picking my calls, she whined seductively. But almost immediately. Her eyes widened. “Mother… Father…” she whispered, voice barely audible. “Elena is missing.” Both parents stiffened. Mrs. Miller leaned in. “What do you mean missing?” Avery swallowed hard. “Damien abandoned her on the road… and now he can’t find her anywhere. He is asking if I saw her” Her parents exchanged terrified glances. If Elena was missing… If she died somewhere on the streets… If the truth died with her…

Before I could take more than two steps, a familiar voice sliced through the tension like a blade dipped in syrup. “Well, look who’s back,” Mark Blanchard said, his smile too white, too polished. “Hope the time off helped clear your head.” I met his gaze, unreadable. “It gave me clarity.” His smirk faltered a fraction. Then he kept walking, brushing past me without another word. I didn’t turn around. --- Level Twenty-Two felt like exile.

His gaze now hollow, he stared at the horizon, where our dark home was. Gerard, the coward with a history of sins, no longer possessed the courage to step into the house known as our home. The cityscape beneath Gerard's feet was starting to go blurry in his eyes. He could never figure out what meaning was there for him to live his life out in such a groggy and muddled state. So, he began laughing like a madman. "Oh, Gerard Frost… You thought you were smart, didn't you? At the end of the day, you're nothing but a pathetic joke! Your family is all gone now, thanks to the woman you trusted the most!

Her gaze moved over the abandoned hall they sat in, the dark, ugly walls, the broken chairs stacked in a corner, the space that once was filled with smiling people. “This place, it was my father’s. He owned it back when things were going well for him, for us.” Jace’s jaw tightened. He already knew where this was going, but he chose to remain silent to avoid stopping her. Clara’s voice cracked as she continued, tears sliding slowly down her cheeks. “After his fall from power, after the humiliation, everything crumbled. He lost the financial strength to keep the place alive," she stopped as a sob broke through. Jace just watched carefully. Then, she continued. "