Audentes Fortuna Iuvat Novels & Stories

“Salvum fac pópulum tuum, Dómine, et bénedic hæreditáti tuæ. Et rege eos, et extólle illos usque in ætérnum. Per síngulos dies benedícimus te. Et laudámus nomen tuum in sǽculum, et in sǽculum sǽculi. Dignáre, Dómine, die isto sine peccáto nos custodíre. Miserére nostri, Dómine, miserére nostri. (“O Lord, save thy people and bless thine heritage.

“What do you know? Must be fate.” I start walking again. “Or I’m in hell.” I hear his intoxicating chuckle as he follows me in silence to the next class. I take my seat, almost in the back. He still sits close, but this time he was diagonal from me and out of my line of vision. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to focus in this class. I think I heard fate laugh at me. “What the hell were you and Ryan talking about?”

must have left it behind. Once more, I was curious as to the nature of their disagreement, but I quickly realized that it was irrelevant. The fact that he forgot to take it with him in his hurry was all that mattered. Because of what happened the day before, I was already aware that his suitcase had a variety of hypodermic needles that were stuffed with testosterone and adrenaline. After fifteen minutes had passed, I found myself at the bottom of the stairs with an adrenaline shot in my hand. When I gazed up to the top of the first flight and thought about the length multiplied by three, I couldn't help but conjure up pictures of Julius Caesar and hear Shakespeare's words through his lines:

And i‍n her v⁠ictory, she had o‌ffered him a mercy he knew he h‍ad not earned. The fortress of his prid⁠e lay in ruins, a‍nd all he could‍ feel was a p‌r‍ofound, humbling gratitude f⁠or the woman who had c⁠hosen to s⁠imply walk away fr‍om the rub‌ble.

His eyes were open wide as he was trying to muffle his scream of joy. "Benjamin Brian. It’s been 6 years tonight. Of us being together. I love you. I have loved you since the day you enter the university. With time I only fell more for you. The way you accepted me. The way you came into my life and lit it up. Just like your name. You are the Beam of my life.

Someone even photoshopped my obituary and posted it in the thread. Julian's expression was grave as he said, "Charles, you're suspended for the time being."

"Summer has been my best friend since we were kids. Don’t you think I know exactly what kind of person she is? But you’re saying everything is her fault? Is she the one who put a baby in Lola’s belly? Was she the one who made you fool around with her? "You stood in front of my father swearing up and down that you’d never hurt me. And yet, barely married, you’re already out there finding mistresses. How do you think you’ve treated me?" Adrian’s legs nearly gave out. Still, he clung desperately to his excuses.

As his tears began to flow, I felt a great pain in my heart before everything went numb. “Val..” I wiped his tear. “I’m going to be okay. And even if I’m not, remember always: Scio te non dicere mihi, sed male dicere tibi. etiam te amo. Male relinquere mundum, sciens quia ego dixi vobis.” (Translation: “I know you couldn’t say it to me but I’ll say it to you. I love you too. I’ll leave the world knowing that I told you.”)

she sprinted through the streets, not caring if she bumped into people along the way. She did not look up, afraid to see that they would all have the same blank slate. The girl entered an alley and expected she would not be spotted, but alas, ever since she opened that book, things never went her way. She reached a dead end and was to swivel and make a reverse turn, but the guys blocked her path. “Nowhere to run, little miss.” One of them smirked and edged closer with each step she took backwards. “We’re going to have some ‘fun’, right here and now.” April G’s heart hammered against her chest and her back hit the dead end. She closed her lids, ready to accept her fate as they loomed closer.

As she made it to her purse, she felt a faint familiar pound of a headache. She sighed. She sat on the ground beside the purse and pulled out her phone. She had received a text. She knew who it was from the profile picture of the texter. It was Prince Lucas. As surprised as she was, so many questions filled her mind. It read I'm sorry. She read the message over and over again. She appreciated that he realized he had behaved out of hand but that was overshadowed by one thought. How did he get her number?