Histoire Triste Novels & Stories

| The Encounter | TIME PASSED by without you even knowing it. The more you ignore the time, the faster it ticks. First day in College gone better as I expected. No hassle at all. I even meet new girlfriends which share the same interests as mine—Nena, a black American girl who loves coffee and books, Trix, a foodie blonde girl, and Evette, the fashionista. Though I was a bit left behind by being a sassy lady like Evette, still we share the same interests when it comes to putting light retouches on our faces.

she replied, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears as she attempted to offer comfort despite her pain. As Lisa began to pack her belongings, her movements slow and deliberate, Arina's concern deepened. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry as she watched her friend's actions, her heart aching at the sight of Lisa's distress. “To the hostel,” Lisa replied, her voice choked with emotion as she struggled to contain her tears, her hands trembling slightly as she attempted to close her suitcase. Arina's shock was palpable as she processed Lisa's words, her mind racing to comprehend the depth of her friend's pain.

Until the cleansing was done, no one could get any closer. I looked at Marcus. The man who had bought me my first training uniform was also the same man who had almost killed me with his own hands a moment ago. His eyes were full of regret and fear, but I could not feel sad anymore. I could feel my heart slowing down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cyrus edging backward. He wanted to slip into the forest before Victor called for the inevitable retreat. "Lucian..." I forced the words out of my mouth even when I was gasping. "Go… Go and kill Cyrus… He… He's a traitor!"

she hissed and vanished out of the room. Joyce was more than ashamed. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. She could not bear to look up and see their faces. It was just too much for her to bear. To hell with that kidnapper who made her do this! She vowed to tear the person apart if they ever get to meet. Her whole life was ruined just because of the mess she threw her into. She had lost James. She had lost the bliss with him She had lost their marriage.

Debby stared at as they passed other vehicles, all seeming like a beautiful glimpse gone within a minute. — "I'm many ways, still miss the good old days... some day, some day.." "Yeah, it hurts to say but I want you to stay... sometimes, sometimes..." "When we was young, oh man did we have fun... always, always.." "Promises they break before they're made... sometimes, sometimes.." "Trying, trying... now my fears, they come to me in threes..." —

"But history is boring." "It's interesting," Nicole shrugged, piping into the conversation. "You're joking," Harley spluttered in disbelief. "I thought you hated history," Celia mumbled in confusion as she slightly tilted her head to the side and looked at Nicole. "I do." Nicole shrugged again, not really knowing what she was saying. After the small encounter, she just fell uneasy and off. "Then...- I'm lost." Zylen sighed, shaking his head as he tried to understand what she was inquiring.

Sa volonté est celle faite pour nous et non la nôtre . Notre personnage nous fait voyager dans un univers complexe d'amour , de chagrin, de paix, de douleur. Du paradis pour l'Enfer une chroniques qui retrace deux grandes réalité terrestre. # Les Chroniques de judi # ________ Épisode 00_______ 🌳🌳____ Du Paradis pour l'Enfer🌳🌳______ ✍️✍️ Auteur : Judi le Romantique Plume✍️✍️

she shook her head and cupped her mouth to cover up the sobs. She squeezed her eyes shut and laid her head into my shoulder. All I could do was cry with her, we cried together for what felt like hours. This just made me hate Hailee even more. She ruined my life, and deep down, I wanted someone to ruin hers. . . / / /

he paused and glared up at the ceiling. Then he continued, " This continued till I was eight. At one point, they stopped talking to each other, I thought it was better cause they no longer quarreled but at the same time I knew it was hurting my mom. Mom always pretending she was fine, she cared for me, she tried to be strong for my sake...but one day everything went downhill. Mom was driving Arielle and me back home from school when she got a call from a friend, I still don't know the details but I'm sure it was something related to my dad. Mom started crying and cursing at me dad angrily, she was driving so fast that she didn't see the other car coming. Arielle was screaming while I tried..

Sitting up, he saw the sun glittering on shards of glass littering the carpet; all that was left of a Parisian whiskey decanter his father had thrown at him last night after returning from the disastrous party. Sleepily running his hand through his hair, he encountered the bruise on his face. So, it had been more than a dream-- the whole debacle had been real. The whiskey had dimmed the memory into a fragmented nightmare that replayed itself over and over. Vince made his way to the washbasin to splash cool water on his face, hoping to clear his vision and head.