Faithful Reader Novels & Stories

Because in one glance, I can see, Zeus Gauthier doesn't care about life at all. ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ I'm back again, guys. Is there anyone waiting for me? I hope you will always be faithful in this story. See you 👋 LOVE ALL♥️

I looked at Diana, and she nodded, indicating that we were ready to proceed. “This orb should show you what you wanted to see, mistress Chickadee. King Cardinal had kept an extensive record of each of his memory orbs when he gave them to the library for safekeeping. Of course, we have no knowledge of what they contain, but the description of this orb said ‘Fidem,’ which translates to Faith.” As I gazed at Diana, my curiosity piqued. Why did she want to see this particular memory? She turned to me with a confident look on her face and asked, “Ida, do you think you’ll be able to open it? It should be just like we practiced.”

She hated recalibrating, and she appreciated, genuinely, having a reason to. He pushed back on two of her readings. He was right about both. She told him he was right about both in the direct, unqualified way she acknowledged accurate things, and he looked at her for a moment like he wasn't entirely sure what to do with that, which she found privately satisfying. "Your interpretation makes the narrator reliable", he said, over the second coffee. "She is reliable about her own experience." "She's reliable about what she notices," he said. "She's not reliable about what she decides the noticings mean. That's a different thing."

Author's Note Dear Reader, Welcome to Beautifully Unfaithful. This is a story about betrayal, but perhaps not in the way you expect. It is about a woman who spent years carrying everyone else's expectations while quietly starving inside. It is about grief that was never healed, love that became a weapon, and the devastating loneliness that can exist inside a marriage long before anyone walks away from it. Laurel Cruz Leonard is not a perfect heroine. She makes choices that many will question. Some will judge her. Others may understand her far too well.

The way she cried and begged, truly beautiful. Black words on a white ground, stinging everyone's eyes. The guests sucked in a collective breath. The best man leaned in for a look, his face changing utterly, and backed away several steps. Adrian, cradling the tablet, felt his legs give way and dropped hard to his knees. He stared at the screen, his fingers shaking so badly he could barely hold the tablet. Someone in the crowd raised a phone, someone else muttered a curse under their breath. There at the center of every gaze, he'd forgotten even to set the letter knife down.

"My darling girl!" The farmer's voice, filled with overwhelming joy, burst out suddenly. He gently tugged on his little girl's hand, ensuring that her body had indeed recovered. Once he was certain, the farmer turned toward Liam abruptly. "Thank you, kind sir! Thank you!" He faced Liam and knelt down again with a thud. Immediately, the sound of him bowing reverberated repeatedly. If the first time the farmer had knelt before Liam it was out of helpless necessity, his bow came from the depths of his heart, sincere and genuine, without a trace of falsehood.

, Girl A said while showing the advertisement and form attached with newspaper to Girl B. Girl B sneered and said, “So what do you think you have done something to be worthy of the title of Mrs. Wilson”. Girl A proudly replied, “Of course I’m running my own restaurant and it is famous for its carrot cake. Is it worthy” Girl B rolled her eyes and replied, “Whatever if you think you are worthy then fill this form and submit it. You are worthy or not will she cleared”. Girl A snorted and said, “I will”. In Thomas’s family villa

Aaron widened his eyes and read the divorce agreement over and over again. He was in disbelief. “When did I sign this?” “Just now.” “You’re so despicable. You cheated and made me sign it! Is this man your lover?” Aaron did not give up. When I hesitated, Andrew nodded. “Elena and I are true loves. Please don’t bother Elena in the future, otherwise I won’t let you off the hook.” “Goodbye.” I no longer looked at Aaron.

I slightly raised a brow and then looked at Reuben with a wary expression. Reuben, like always, smiled amicably at me and said, “Fret not, Your Highness. Fredurd is trustworthy.” I frowned, my eyes silently sending a ‘Are-you-sure?’ look at him. “Even though he might look a bit dubious at first, but he is one of His Majesty’s most trusted. So you need not be on your guard, my lady.” “….. Is that so?”

Every grain of light coming from the towering structure seemed to be a memory that slowly peeked into my mind. "I have no regrets," I said. "If I had to go unto it again, I'll gladly go back and do it all over again." I chuckled with the hint of sadness in me. The situation I'm at is enough proof that I didn't see this one coming. Because if I had seen it before, maybe it wouldn’t be this painful. “I do, Gael. I did, ” I said in the vast echo of remorse, and sadness. I know I that I vowed to be his wife, but I’m afraid that vow will remain unfaithful.