Eh Salah Novels & Stories

When the handsome young man in front of her did something she knew could harm her, Daem smiled at her as if to say, Don't be afraid to try to make mistakes in a world full of mistakes. ❝It's not that bad to learn something bad; that'll give you a lesson that will make you a better person.❞ this is meaningful advice. Don't be scared to do something wrong that will make you a better version of yourself. With every mistake, it will leave a lesson in our minds that we can use to improve ourselves. Angel took a deep breath, as if she were ready to make a mistake. I should not be scared to do something wrong; I should try it.

I was sick and tired of others telling me what I could and could not do. I used to be so quiet. I always knew my place. Like a trapped little mouse, I always tried to hide and shy away from others, always tried to please them. I was so sick of it. I didn’t want to be quiet and in my place anymore. “Thomas Shelby is an Alpha of the north. He’s not part of Prince Troy’s kingdom," Raf finally said. "You are a princess of the east, you can’t just walk in there and demand to take your brothers."

After the pups are in bed we curl up on the sofas to watch a movie, "I can't believe you two want to watch Twilight of all movies" "What?" Desert asks smirking "The wolves are complete morons, that's what" Acre adds, "No there not" Sky huffs "Err, yeah they are, like we ever act like they do" I state "Well derr, that's why its make-believe," Desert said as Sky added "You two are such dip shits" Little Lanna came trotting out of her bedroom putting a timely stop to our argument, "Hey sweetie, what are you doing up?" Acre asked

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A string of curses filters through the connection. “Hey, whoever you are, don’t curse me,” I plead between cries. “I’m feeling sad, you know, I’m hurt. But, I shouldn’t tell you that. A man like me is supposed to have no feelings.” I blow my nose to my shirt. It’s my favorite shirt. “Sorry, man.” “But, it’s okay to be sad, right? It's okay to not be okay? Man are still part of the human.” I blow my nose again after spelling each syllables on the word 'human'.

I don't like it when other people interfere in my personal problems. “Sorry, Alpha. About three years ago I intended to meet a witch to free my girlfriend from prison. I accidentally heard your name there. She said that she wanted to take you from your wife. I also don't understand whether the Leon she meant was you or not. I also heard that Ariane's name had to be slandered by she who came to the witch and expelled Isabella.” I think Bree's explanation is enough. I now know who really slandered and was slandered. So Isabella trapped Ariane with the slander that she did through the witch. Insolent! How could I not know about this?

"I've lived with her for a year. I know who she really is." Joanna's eyes reddened instantly, and tears glistened in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Alex. I didn't mean it that way. Savannah's a good person, and so are you. You two are perfect for each other. "I didn't mean to hit Thomas that day. The brakes failed. I didn't see it coming. Perhaps I forgot to pray, and my luck turned for the worse… I just wanted to bring him home. I never imagined it would end like that… Well, life is unpredictable."

“Do either of you gentlemen speak Spanish?” “No comprendo, friend-o,” Clutch replied. I cut in. “Aw, man. That was a missed opportunity right there. You know amigo is Spanish for friend, right?” I asked Clutch. “So?” “So…you could have said, “No comprendo, amigo,” and it still would have rhymed.”

I look back at my case study options and I add a fourth one and then immediately cross it out before I can finish writing it. But the two words are still visible under the single line. False testimony.