Changing History Quotev 소설 & 이야기

"That's the spirit, son. Let's go make some history." ***********************************************

I lifted my chin, voice firm but soft, “I am none of those things alone. I am what you made me: a reflection of your strength, your pain, your hope.” The people stirred not out of awe, but recognition. I smiled faintly. “Let this be our covenant: no crown, no council, no army shall ever rise higher than the people again.” From the crowd, an elderly woman began to clap. Slowly, others joined. Then louder. Then all at once. The sound grew not thunderous like war drums, but alive. Laughter mixed with tears. The sound of a kingdom choosing to believe again. Cassian stepped closer as the applause swelled. “You just changed history again,” he murmured.

“The most disgusting ones are those so-called public intellectuals who worship foreigners and would be willing to slander and denigrate their own country for the sake of making some money. They would not even hesitate to package and brand those dirty and messy third-world countries as a wonderland on earth. They have malicious intentions and despicable purposes.” “In addition, there are all kinds of plagiarism and imitations as well as countless malicious hypes and speculations. If you really want to count all of it, no one would have an absolutely clean history.” As she said this, Sophie then said seriously, “Quinn is the only person who never had a dark history. So far, she has never tried

Deceased. I stared. “Who added this?” I asked. The guide just smiled. “History is recorded by influence. Not fact.” Adrian stepped forward. “Remove it.” The guide didn’t flinch. “You’d have to erase your roots to remove her.” **************** Back home, Adrian didn’t speak much. I knew what he was thinking. The same thing I feared. She wasn’t dead. And someone was helping her rewrite herself into a version history could mourn. A week passed.

I bet she’d like to break free, having the desire to break my head. I stood up mightily from my chambers to address my people. Lucas beamed me a smile, but Dexter and Kia were rather reluctant in offering theirs. "Great people. Today is the day we re-write history. We are taking back all that was stolen from us—all the bodies, all the loots, the countless unrewarded sacrifices. We would become even with them. We would make them pay today, taking back our place and appeasing our ancestors..." "Yeeehhhh!" their screams erupted.

Confusion riddled my tone. "That means he doesn't remember any of it because those were the memories he exchanged for his tongue," Quade quipped with a tight smile. "Oh..." "He was good at it," Quade whispered but it was still loud enough for Victor to hear, "and his old habits die hard." "I see that," I giggled—which surprisingly wasn't difficult to do. Quade playfully nudged his shoulder into mine with a devious grin, "You've never been safer." "Yeah, he's my real-life hero."

“He doesn’t have a grave. He wasn’t allowed one…” “We can mark his place with one, and I believe that the older we grow, the stronger that we will become, and the easier it would be for us to identify where exactly he was buried. You know, he may not be an Ivanov, but we can give him a grave to honor you, your bloodline, and family. At least, we can keep the memory of what we knew of him before he died.” I said, and he smiled. “We always change history depending on how we see it. Why not change it now?” I walked back toward the pack only to stop when he got up and walked toward me, putting a hand on my shoulder as he did, making me smile. I wrapped my own arm around his shoulder as the two o

Qiu stared at Tanashiri, intently. "Some say that those who do not know the history will tend to repeat the worst history itself. But, I, Qiu, of a noble lineage in China, knows history, and I repeated it, despite all my efforts to change it. Wasted I love you sentence. I haven't said it to her." "Pal, you only have the worst luck. You have done all what you can do. Let all your souls and existence rest in peace." The place is getting dark, and death is closing in.

"I looked into it—Spencer never actually proposed to you. You don't even have a ring." Zeke stared at me and added, "You two aren't in that kind of relationship. Heidi, I know I was wrong before. I should've kept my distance from Brooke." He stood up and moved to sit beside me, but I got up first. "I promise, from now on, my world will only have you—no other women, okay?" Zeke had changed. No matter how badly he had treated me in the past, he had never lowered himself like this, apologizing and begging for forgiveness.

“We designed this place with our hands and our mouths, remember? With paint under our nails and whiskey on our tongues. Don’t erase us to make her feel safer.” The last word was a needle. My breath caught. Victor’s gaze snapped to mine, searching. There was no shame in it, no flinch—only a question I could feel under my skin: Are you steady? I lifted my chin and answered with the word he gives me when I need bones under my courage. “Green,” I murmured. His mouth tipped, relief almost invisible. He faced Jennifer again. “I don’t erase history,” he said. “I learn from it.”