Romans & histoires Cerita Kisah Hidupku

If I want to at least live this life albeit live it in agony I must stay silent. What I know is for me to know alone. A freak is what I am. Nobody needs to know that. My name is Emeka and this is my story. The story of my childhood, the story of how I blossomed into the freak I am. My coming of age and my discovery story. I will walk you step by step through my journey and how I realized that my life was doomed to be nothing but a big pile of misery and pain. AUTHOR'S NOTE: All non-English words would be written in italic so when you see words written in italic just know that the characters are speaking in their native language.

I sighed and slowly lay down. I just stared at the ceiling and didn't speak. I could hear every breath we both took. "Are you not going to talk?" Judiel asked. I turned to him, and I was more shocked that he was lying on his side in front of me. "Are you not going to talk about your life?" what a classy, ​​he's asking me about my life that should be in someone like him. They should talk about business. "I have nothing to say about my life. It's hard, and it's simple. I have a brother, including a former maid, because my parents were killed. Yeah, there's nothing special about my life. Maybe I'm just helpless?" I laughed after I said that.

So many things have happened in my life with lots of ups and downs and coming across those hard times was brutal for me. Looking back at old times and memories now I feel so proud of myself and of what I have become today. It is that of my dark past that I have become so successful and achieved so much in my life. Life is claimed to give you your biggest lesson, and that is exactly what happened to me; life taught me my greatest lesson and showed me the harsh reality of so-called "Life." Real-life is not like a fairytale story; real life is full of thorns, pains, suffering, and struggle, and my life was no fairytale either; it was a brutal and bitter reality that crushed me under the weight

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

Not only spoiling fawaz but many kids too, she loves children. She thought maybe when she is nice to them she will get her own bundle of joy running around the house. She served herself and Khadija in the same plate, sipping the cold drink. She thought about her mother. She missed her so much, her mother died due to anaemia and since then nafisa has been researching on the disease . "Hey, you seem out"Khadija said acknowledging her cousin's mood. Nafisa shrugged it off with a nothing which came out barely as a whisper. They ate the food in silence.

I am 24 years-old. I have been writing books since I was 13 years-old. I have wrote 6 books total, but lost 5 to a house fire, and did not have backups. I lost my want to write after losing my first 5 books. It has been 8 years since then. This is my first book I have published. I am a mother of 1 daughter, trying for a second child. I want to make a living as a author, but also become a daycare teacher. I have a cp in earily childcare. My passion is my child. I love and live for my family. They matter more then anything.

Hello there! I see you are back for more of my confessions, it’s good to have you back. I ain’t got much to say so let’s get on with this My apologies! Before we start I gotta inform you the tale you are about to witness isn’t my experience so I will tell it as I heard it without omitting or adding anything, hope you enjoy it Life is a crazy son of a bitch you know? One moment you are living a badass life with zero care to the world and the next you are all over a mortal cause of how good the sex was. But damn it the sex was fire—only if I could have it one last time

I nearly killed a man because my wife kept secrets from me. This seems to be the story of my life. We are all living stories. And let's face it — every really good story is far from flat. Everybody loves a juicy tragedy. A frightful thriller. Until, of course, it's their tragedy or their fright. But that's a damn shame because who knows? All of my scary and tragic shit could be prepping me to tell one helluva good story. That's why I belong here. Right here, wherever I am. No, I know. Life sucks, and the shit I am going through is terrible. I'm not denying any of that.

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, “I’ll let you know when it’s safe to return. I promise.” “I can’t just leave you- and moreover with him.” He motioned upstairs. “I can cope with him.” Came my confident reply. “Don’t fool yourself, he is so much stronger.” Jade pointed out the obvious. “Oh thank you for believing in me.” I fakely scoffed. “You know what I mean.” “Yeah, sorry. But he is not a treat for me, he came into my life to be sure that I stay alive.” “How can you trust him.”