Baca The Real Reason Novels & Stories

We may believe that we have the freedom to make our own choice, like a major in college, when in reality this is chosen for us by our previous experiences and everything that led up to that decision. That’s why I never believe to that saying, that’s bullshit. People tell that to themselves to feel better about something shitty that’s happened to them. Truth of the matter is everything is random. Nothing happens for a reason. Things can happen because of a past reason, but they don’t just happen for some unknown future reason. Otherwise there’s no such thing as free will. Because if everything happen for a reason. Then what is the reason why I have to get loathed and disowned by my own mother

Chapter 376 Angelo I have come come to the conclusion that everything happens for a reason , and the reason why my daughter ended up in hospital , what's for me to see what happened with my wife and her friend another clear better than ever cheat on me but I on the other hand also encouraged her to spend some more time with Dante the weirdest thing is that they call that you made was strange because it had an echo either somebody didn't do their job properly with regards to hacking the phone or the was hacked but she sounded proper when she talked to me yesterday which meant that she was using a different phone unless she , knew that she was being hacked .

My heart started beating faster. I didn’t even know what I expected. A reply? Silence? Rejection? I leaned back slightly, staring at my phone. It buzzed. I grabbed it immediately. Ariana. I opened the message. why. Just one word. I stared at it. Why? Because I like you. Because I can’t stop thinking about you. Because you’re the only one that feels real right now. Because I don’t want to lose you. Too many answers. But none of them felt enough.

He was still looking forward, toward the ocean. But his tone had changed. Softer. Less rigid. “I don’t like it either,” he added. That made me blink. “You don’t?” “No.” “Then why—” “Because liking something and needing it are different.” I frowned slightly. “That sounds like an excuse.” “It’s not.” “Then what is it?” “Reality.” I sighed under my breath. That word again. He continued anyway. “You’re not just here with me,” he said. “You’re here because they already tried to reach you once.”

My words had him looking up at me, a bit taken aback and I nodded, "Yup, I just called him a dickhead, because I really don't like him." "And, to be honest, I believe that everything happens for a reason," I truly admitted, "There is a reason your brother pushed you to this, there is a reason that out of everyone it was me," I shrugged, "I don't know what that reason is yet, but...maybe so I could help you, or who knows, maybe you could help me," He listened intently to my words, "Whatever it is, there is a bigger meaning behind this that we can't comprehend yet, and I truly believe in that."

The thing I keep forgetting. Me: “He said men like you don’t date women like me without a reason.” Adrian: “What did you tell him?” Me: “That he’s wrong.” Adrian: “Zara.” Me: “What?” A long pause. Then: “He’s not wrong about the dating part. Men like me don’t usually. But he’s wrong about the reason.” Me: “What’s the reason?” Adrian: “I’m still figuring that out.” I read it three times.

A reason to protect. A reason to be more than just a king. A savior.

“You’re powerful. More powerful than even you realize.” Her lips parted, but no words came out. I continued, my thumb tracing slow circles against her lower back. “But you don’t have to hide anymore. Not from me.” Her eyes searched mine, filled with uncertainty. “Why?” she asked, her voice barely above a breath. I exhaled softly, letting the weight of my next words settle between us. “Because I don’t just see the real you.” I paused, my fingers brushing against the side of her neck where her pulse pounded wildly. “I want the real you.”

“It’s a done deal. And why are you so against it?” “Because-” I tried to think of an innocuous reason. And saying that I didn’t want them married because I was jealous, just wasn’t good enough. “Because just don’t.” I stupidly reasoned. “That’s not a real reason.” He pointed out. I sighed, leaning my head on the bean bag wondering what to say next. I don’t think I thought twice before saying the next words, or maybe the wine was finally getting to my head but if I had given it a second thought I doubt I would have said the next words.

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