El Dia Que Se Perdio La Cordura Novels & Stories

He now had a fiancee, and he had completely forgotten about Cordy. What the hell happened back then? How did John survive that explosion? How did he lose his memories? How was he given such an impeccable identity? Was this whole thing a ploy to trick someone? Cordy was in a mess of emotions. It first started with the feeling of regaining someone she thought lost; once she calmed down, she realized that in reality, there were a lot of issues that she must face.

please…but there had been no reply. My imagination tormented me with cruel images of Kora being hurt,Kora being dragged away by faceless faces, Kora's blood staining the floor as the letter had promised.my breath at this point grew shallow,and I clenched my fist untill my knuckles whitened Never had I felt so helpless,so stripped of control.the thought of losing her …my anchor….my reason….was unbearable.

Without preamble, he asked, "Are you still thinking about Jaxon?" Cordelia let out a long sigh before turning to Braden, who had taken a seat next to her. "You know I won't stop thinking about Jaxon until all this weirdness is over." "You're right," Braden replied with a simple nod. "Of course you're going to keep thinking about Jaxon." Cordelia groaned in frustration. "You can't feel my fear, Braden. I'm extremely worried. Just think about it. Isn't it strange that Jaxon hasn't done anything after the massive loss we suffered from the wheat field fire in Portego?"

The words struck deeper than Damian expected. Losing Grip The next weeks blurred together. Meetings ended without resolution. Investors pulled back. Whispers grew louder. Damian snapped at everyone. He missed deadlines. Forgot details. Lost track of conversations mid-sentence. His reflection in the mirror looked unfamiliar eyes hollow, jaw clenched, posture rigid like a man bracing for impact that never came. Sleep became impossible. Food tasted like nothing. And the silence where Althea had been grew heavier by the day. The Moment He Breaks

"The camera caught every single second. What are you even trying to pull? Do you really think we're both blind?" Alia was dazed. Even Cade, standing off to the side, looked a little stunned. Reynolds went even paler. He tried to get up from the floor but was too afraid to come closer. I had officially lost it. A second ago, I'd been debating whether to keep my dignity and leave myself a graceful exit. But seeing Reynolds groveling under that bed with a silver collar around his neck, whatever sanity I had left snapped. To hell with dignity.

“How long was he in the collar?” “Mi Corazón, cómo se dice ‘desde siempre’?” Marco puts his hand over hers and looks up at her. “He says ‘since forever’.” Musu sighs and frowns. “Si. Since forever.” He parrots her and nods. Musu smiles at him and brushes her fingers over his cheek. “We’re worried about his mind, Luna. Clash is absent and Marco has trouble remembering English, timelines, and even people he has known his whole life. His temper is not as… mmm, what’s the word… équilibré… as it used to be, I think?”

She relaxed in her favorite chair with a flute of champagne in hand hoping to enjoy the rest of her evening before finally retiring to bed but her hopes were dashed when a piece of news she saw on the entertainment news channel threatened to bring to a premature end all her hard work for the past four months "We're always running late mom" Isabella replied her mother with a shrug and a toothy grin, interrupting her mother's train of thoughts without stopping what she was doing Her daughter was right. They were always running late. Even though Cora found her stay in New York enjoyable, she was still not used to being a single mom without her parents who had always helped with Isabella. If not

Elena I always wondered what it felt like to lose your mind. I imagined it was chaos—screaming, sobbing, clawing at the walls of your sanity. But I was wrong. Losing your mind is quiet. It’s subtle. It’s when you sip your coffee and realize you’ve gone numb to the taste. It’s when you stare into a mirror and can’t recognize the woman blinking back. It’s when you see your husband’s mistress on television claiming to be a victim, and the world eats it up like gospel.

All I knew was that ignoring this in fear of the pain would be the biggest injustice I’d ever done to Cordelia, and she deserved so much more than that. “Show me…” I whispered; my voice carried away by the wind. “I’m ready.” “You’re going to think you’re the one dying, that it’s your soul that’s floating away but I assure you, it is not. When the pain becomes too much, you must remember one thing. You are alive, Lola. You are among the living, and you still have work to do.” The world fell out from beneath my knees like water sucked down a drain, spiraling into the furthest reaches of the dark.

My one person who may be able to save me and she was not even alive to attempt it. After a while the image began to loose its vividness, I cannot remember the exact day that I lost her completely. I guess I never really realised that my humanity had disappeared until that day in the cells, when the light flickered within me. Once again the hope seeped its way back into my soul.