Novel & Cerita Crítica

“What are you talking about?” “The tests are mirrors, dear. It means that they will reflect what you are really made of. In your case, I hope that the testing will take a couple of hours. No test has a theory. Everything is practical. They will put you in different scenarios to show that you have the five skills. For you dear, the speed, agility and defense tests will be quick. You are excellent on those points. They will take time to debate the points of strategy and strength. You must show how intelligent you are and, at the second point, there is not only muscle strength. Inner strength is the most significant thing that the test evaluates.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

I said at the top of my lungs, shouting “I was curious, I thought it’s what you wanted”, she replied “What am I, Craya? What? A curious specimen? Something to just watch and observe?!” “Master Adi always said…... “it’s enjoyable for them…...” she replied. “Oh! So, because I am a sexual being every act is enjoyable? Because it is freaking enjoyable does not make it right Craya!” I shouted. She looked at me in confusion, and as tears rolled down my eyes…… A jolt of lightning ran through and she hugged me tightly and said

We said bye hanging up the phone so I can park and get out walking to the door. Closing the door I felted relaxed at the day's ends, going up the stairs to my room and I dropped onto my bed and I sighed " So glad today is over to today." laying there Alpha Kane came to mind rendering the look he gives me before leaving ." I wonder if he is still upset...... UGH, what I'm saying !" I screamed at my self sitting up on the bed "It's okay " Shiva chimed in " Nothing about this on top of what we still have to deal with back in London is 'okay' " I said sarcastically.

¬Luella I don’t allow his words to frighten me. If there is anything that I’ve learnt, it’s that I can’t trust Revel, so as those words come past his lips, my eyes narrow skeptically. Revel is a Sin, which means he only cares about himself, and would say anything if it meant he could get his way.

"Well, you look extremely beautiful." "Your eyes are a different color, one I have not seen on people your kind? "Black people, you mean?" Grace blushed "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you. That was very...racist of me. Forgive me." She babbled. Bonnie smiled, "it's okay." "May I continue?" Grace asked Bonnie nodded.

I'd made another comment about how his creative messiness needed to include consideration for shared space. The fight escalated from there. "This is you trying to manage me," Eli said. "It's you reverting to the dynamic where you're in charge and I'm supposed to conform to your standards." "It's not about managing you," I said. "It's about shared responsibility." "It would be if you asked instead of demanded," Eli said. "But you don't ask. You critique. And then you act like I'm the unreasonable one for not accepting the critique." He was right. I was reverting to my old patterns. I was criticizing rather than communicating. I was managing rather than partnering.

I replied, my voice a little hoarse from holding back tears. Honestly, this food wasn’t much better than Mark’s own cooking. But, his sincerity that I felt was more valuable than the taste of the food. I appreciated his efforts, especially at a time like this. I… tears began to well up in my eyes. The doctor’s explanation of Zara’s condition was so hard to hear. The words “critical” and “need intensive care” echoed in my ears, piercing my heart. I burst into tears, tears streaming down my cheeks. I tried to stay strong in front of Mark, but my body was shaking uncontrollably. Questions arose in my mind, a mixture of fear, hope, and despair.

And I stop laughing now. "Seni seviyorum." I say back in Turkish. ... End.