Beyond The End (my Landlady Noona) Mga Nobela at Kwento

Frames shattered and glass fragments sprayed everywhere, just like how my heart shattered along with them. I did not know how long it took, but I only stopped when there was not a single intact smile left on the wall. Then, I collapsed on the floor with no more strength left in me. After a long time, I called my best friend Brenda Harris. "Brenda, I'm getting a divorce. You said you needed a partner in Floraland, right? I'm coming to see you." Brenda froze for a second, then she supported me without hesitation. "I'll go ahead and get your ticket. You can leave in three days."

IN some way, Adelina felt out of sorts as all the while, Jonathan McCurby hadn't sent a message across to her or even visited. She had bargained for an extravaganza— huge bouquet of flowers, a live band probably and whatever Jonathan deems fitting of the moment as it was typical of him to lavish her with exorbitant gubbins all the time. Although, she was aware that he was out of the state and had only just returned to Chicago yesterday. So, she comforted herself in this as the last reason she could think of was the thought screaming in her head — Jonathan had moved on.

“Yeah..“ I heard him talk, I got taken aback as I saw a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. What was that? “Come on, they're waiting for us.” He said before walking away which I followed. *** “This is what I’m talking about.. All of us outside a convenience store, sitting on the ground near the beach where you could just hear the waves crashing..” Dara says as she closes her eyes and smiles. Inez took out one of the slices of cake that Dara bought and gave it to me. “Happy birthday, our new friend Hailey..” She said with her classic warm smile. I smiled at her but this time, I could feel my guard letting down. It's less awkward.

"My family lives in... Where am I live?" The front desk smiled: "I'll check for you. Please wait for a moment." She obediently walked to the side and stood behind a stone pillar. The front desk was busy getting in touch. As the Luna swayed, a voice came from her side, "Heh, Luna , it's you again." Hearing someone call her name, she looked at that person and pouted. "You know me?" Belle Enderson who came to cause trouble was startled: "What are you pretending for?"

Neither of them spoke for a while. “I’ve been thinking about the end,” Maya said eventually. Noah’s arms tightened slightly. “Of what?” “Of the long version. The one where every day still felt like it needed to be written down. I think it’s finished.” Noah was quiet for a moment. Then he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “Good,” he said. “I liked the long version. But I prefer the one where we just get to stay.” Maya leaned back against him. The city continued below them, indifferent and alive. The apartment held them without demand. Somewhere in the distance a car horn sounded and then faded. Ordinary life, uninterrupted.

Bella I was thinking about the movie as we walked out of the theater. I had really only paid attention at the end, when the mother looked at her new baby and said that line: ‘It ends with you, it ends with me, it ends with us.’ A few minutes later, the credits rolled. I could always watch it again. That is, if I could stop my brain from replaying this whole night on a loop. The song playing over the credits was one I love, so I sang along softly as we joined the crowd heading for the exit.

Graham Whitmore had been with me for eight years, all while keeping another woman as his mistress for six. On the eve of our wedding, he swore he had finally cut ties with them. He threw money around, settling things with every woman he had been involved with and making sure I never lost face. I was overjoyed, thinking that, after all those years, I had finally made it to the other side until one flimsy pregnancy test changed everything. Graham drove through the night, tearing across state lines without a second thought, all to get back to his true love. They kissed beneath a tree as if no one else existed, as if I were the villain standing in the way of some tragic love story. So, I to

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

The only difference this time was Lily; who stood there with a radiant smile as she held out one arm out, her palms open Gemma placed her hand in Lily’s and with a smile, she took comfort in her mother’s soothing presence as she held on with strength, her laughter carrying in the forest even as tears escaped from her eyes. ------------------------------------------------------------------- The sound of smashing pottery and crockery could be heard outside of the flat as people walked past the close door and sent it dubious looks, their concern clear on their faces. Inside Conner sat in silence as he watched the fae prince destroy his living room “Are you done Goine?” Conner asked in a bored t

The fake heiress was dead. My biological parents believed I was responsible. Together, they reported me to the authorities and demanded that my memories be extracted. After watching my memories, everyone broke down in tears. But I smiled. This was exactly what I wanted. To become the perfect victim.