Novel & Cerita El Dia Que Se Perdio La Cordura

I said plainly and abruptly peeling my eyes open, and then met her concerned gaze. “You can at least eat something, you know? Instead of drowning in liquor.” I yanked my hand underneath hers and jumped out of the chair. Then paced up and down the office, not saying a word to her. She had no idea what kind of hell I was in, what kind of hell I have been crawling in the past few days. No one had even the slightest idea. And for those who did, they were literally demented. Lorenzo, the one I have always looked up to, was literally bashed out of his mind. He had lost it. And I had no way how I was going to deal with him and get his head back in the game. For someone so poised and strong to sudde

She threw questions at them but none of them could talk. Danks sighed, no wonder he felt something was wrong when they saw her at that cubicle - what really happened there? How did she recover her memory? "You all are liars!! You are all liars!" Faricenda yelled, her body shaking slowly until it became violent that they wondered what was happening.

Cordelia hisses at Celeste and me. Celeste breaks our hands apart, and the circle is broken. Willow falls to the ground, and Cordelia is lost. "No!" I scream loudly. "You broke the circle." "So," Celeste grumbles. "We didn't say goodbye. You have to say goodbye," I say as I drop to my knees. "You have left the spiritual realm open."

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Why? Why didn't you even give me a chance to explain?" His knees buckled, and he collapsed into the chair behind him. His eyes were filled with nothing but despair and regret. He didn't notice Vera leaning against the doorframe, the corners of her lips lifting into a secret, triumphant smile. … Over the next few days, Matteo locked himself in his room, drinking himself into a stupor day and night. The sharp, commanding presence he used to have as the Don of La Rosa Nera was completely gone. As he stared at the blurry, swaying shadows in front of him, he murmured, "Alessia, don't leave me…"

" I do not know how. Do not know what to do. Do not know how to fix what I just broke. All I know is that I just lost her. And this time it might be permanent.

We won’t abandon our people and leave them to grow old and lost in the forests around their home. “You know that whatever the plan is, you can’t come, Chica.” Meadow breaks into my thoughts as we walk the perimeter together near dusk. Some nights I need this to be able to sleep at all, just to glimpse him before I go to our room alone. Meadow and I taking some time together to escape for a few minutes and forget everything weighing on us for a second. It feels like the responsibility has been suffocating these past days and times alone and away from the house just to take a breath is all that is getting us through. Meadow is suffering Cesar’s loss as I suffer Colton’s and she’s getting weary

Althaia I felt like I was losing my sanity the longer we were locked up in this shit hole. My heart ached continually at the thought of Damiano not being alive. The image of him being shot was playing over and over in my head, and no matter how hard I tried, tears threatened to fall.

Because of that, Alata was angry and left in the night, but Conal did not bother to chase. Conal was drinking alone in his bedroom, the dim light of the lamp shining on him, reflecting a large but lonely shadow. He drank alcohol to forget his worries, something all too familiar when he met Azura's eyes. A particular piece of memory that he had lost, could not remember, made him extremely frustrated. Could his forgotten memories have something to do with Azura? Conal felt his pulse rising like he was living in a nightmare. He held his head in pain and screamed in the dark as he forced himself to remember everything. But things are not so simple; it's like he's looking for a needle in a haysta

Then he died. She was framed for his death. Lily was broken and traumatized, and her mother was still unwell, so she was very worried about her. Thalia listened, offering a supportive ear and sharing stories of her own to lighten the somber mood. Despite their grim circumstances, a fragile friendship blossomed between the two.

His hands clenched into fists, his muscles tensed with the urge to lash out. In a fit of madness, Cedric fell to the floor, his anguished roar thundering as his fists pounded against the ground. His wolf howled in pain, echoing his torment as he struggled to come to terms with the reality of Marisol's disappearance.