El Dia Que Se Perdio La Cordura Novels & Stories

He had been barely sixteen. Only a few months after the night the Moretti estate was leveled by fire. After Isabella Moretti had vanished without a trace. After the entire foundation of his life had chosen to collapse all at once, as though misfortune were a contagious disease determined to consume whatever remained. Dante couldn’t remember precisely when the ability to cry had left his body. Perhaps it had been buried in his mother’s grave. Perhaps calcifying was the only protective mechanism his subconscious could provide—because for men who grew up in his world, loss was not met with melting. It was met with hardening. A brutal survival method he had never asked for, forced upon him becau

Diego The whole building was quiet, it had always been like this. Anytime blood spills or anyone dies, silence follows. This silence leaves me alone with the voices in my head. I poured my self a drink from the bottle of wine I promised myself not to touch, ignoring the sting I felt on my shoulders and stomach. I lost two men, two great men. Marco’s child was due next month, and sadly he won’t get to see his child, Viktor wanted out, this was supposed to be his last operation, but he was gone too. I promised my men protection, and I failed woefully tonight. I was so close to losing most of them tonight, one crazy thing I hate is losing my men, I prefer to lose money instead.

I was going to lose myself. 💔

A quick shower helped to reduce the tremors in my hands and also helped clear my head. "You are Delia Herrera, Delia," I told myself because it was starting to feel like I was slowly losing myself and forgetting who I was. "You are the one true Herrera. Have you forgotten what your mother told you? You can not afford to give up or be weak. You have come so far to stop now. I have to fucking take back what is mine" I told myself.

To me, you're nothing but dead weight now, no different from a stranger. The iciness in my voice made Tessa uneasy. She frowned, confusion clouding her face. "What happened when you were 15? Christopher, what are you talking about? Weren't you in love with me? Didn't you say I was the only one? "What are you dragging the past into this for? Who do you think I am? What on earth do you take me for?" She clutched my arm, demanding answers. I looked at her unraveling and said flatly, "When I was 15, my dog, Nibbles, died after being poisoned. I couldn't handle it and was drowning in grief.

" The words pricked at me like a tiny, relentless needle, barely there, yet sharp enough to lodge deep in my chest. I had no strength to pull it out, no way to ease the ache, and it stayed with me, subtle but constant, gnawing quietly. Vivian pressed her hand to her side, inching closer with cautious, deliberate steps. "Aaron... what's wrong? You never lose your temper with me," she murmured, her voice soft but insistent. I let out a low, hollow whisper. "Claire... she's gone." The words drained me completely. My body slumped into the sofa as if it had no memory of strength.

We all knew this wasn’t really funny. The almost-smile faded fast because the second I let my mind drift back to Horace, that night, his face twisted with anger and hurt, his hand around my throat while he demanded answers I couldn’t give, the little bit of relief disappeared completely. My chest got tight again, like someone was squeezing. I rubbed both hands over my face, hard, trying to scrub the memory away. It didn’t work. It never did. “I’m losing him,” I whispered. “No you’re not,” Zuria said immediately.

"Someone—please—save my baby—" The last thing I heard before I lost consciousness was the lock turning and the panicked footsteps of doctors rushing in.

I just wondered how many of them, who didn't have any backup plan, would still be laughing an hour from now. My eyes turned red as I trembled and called Mom. Thinking back to how I was pushed off that building in my last life, and how Mom's car had gone off a cliff, leaving nothing behind but wreckage, I couldn't stop the tears. This time, I was going to make those ungrateful people pay for their choices. I was going to make them understand just how stupid they really were. Time passed slowly. 15 minutes later, Jeffrey finally showed up, panting with a backpack in his arms.

I've been secretly dating Liam Burnett, my brother Julian Elling's childhood friend, for five years. On my 23rd birthday, Julian suddenly tells me, "Liam rented out an entire restaurant. He's proposing to the woman he's been seeing for five years. Bring your boyfriend along. We're going to help him pull off the perfect proposal!" Liam promised me that once I turned 23, we'd finally stop hiding our relationship and he'd propose to me. So I get dressed up and head to the restaurant, convinced this is finally the night I've been waiting for. But when I arrive, Liam is already down on one knee in front of another woman, sliding a ring onto her finger. Everyone erupts in cheers and starts urg