Histoire Triste Novels & Stories

Those past memories were a much more exciting time than the trillion and spare years that he had ever since that fateful day. ‘It’s a wonder on how life can be both gentle and cruel all at the same time.’ Tristan smiled as he flew over the things that he had experienced from young until this very moment of time. He would be lying if he said that he has had many regrets so far. He had only a few of them but alas, these few ones certainly were the most heartbreaking of all. A flash of light exploded in his mind and he recalled an entire civilization that was lost because of his folly.

I screamed, "That bitch!" and slammed the newspaper down on my desk. The headline glared up at me: Anderson Heir's Dark Secret: Housemaid Says Rape and Abandonment. My assistant, who was standing right behind me, jumped back in surprise. I pay him a huge salary—way more than he deserves. But somehow, he or that housemaid had talked to the press. She had gotten into my life, into my bed years ago, and now she was lying to destroy me.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

Cara tried her best to pay attention to Mr. Archenbrite's lecture. History was usually her favorite subject. But hard as she tried, today she just couldn't make herself focus. Honestly, she had struggled through her homeroom class and Mrs. Patterson's second period English class. Now her eyes kept drifting to the window. She could see the student parking lot from the window of this classroom. Kaylee's little yellow Volkswagen stood out amongst all the other vehicles like a sore thumb to her. Try as she might she just couldn't stop looking at it. The memory of their near fatal accident was fresh on her mind. How had Kaylee avoided not one but two fully loaded log trucks barreling at them at 6

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I wave goodbye to them as I rush out the door. Sighing with defeat, I pick up the pace, knowing that I will have to run the entirety of the way there to make it on time. I couldn't afford to be even a second late. The Macafee family had already disgraced the Ramono family once. We couldn't afford to have another incident happen. When I reach the packhouse, my entire body is covered with sweat and panting hard. I have to hold myself up with my palms against my knees as I try to catch my breath.

I asked him remembering that slap my buttercup gave him when he was about to draw her saree. It's not Vincenzo is always like that but then on that night, he was drunk and I still don't know why he behaved with her like that. After a minute, I heard his answer which I know was the real truth. The truth, that was hidden by his so called ego that finally sabotoged his peace and her trust on him. Not only that broke their small hidden true world but also has broken many more relationships like mine with him, Mr. Parkinson's relationship with him. And not to forget that it has also separated my buttercup from me and Mr.Parkinson's precious from him.

thank you for your cooperation" Mr.Welsh replied, leaving the Hazel's house with jonz. Jude took Hazel's phone to a hacker , in order to unlock Hazel's phone. Jude was sweating, waiting for the hacker to finish his job. "Why is it taking so long?" Jude asked, "Give me ten minutes, almost done," the hacker replied. Ten minutes later the hacker had hacked Hazel's phone with ease, he gave it to Jude who was still sweating, Jude unlocked the phone, checked the call history, and he copied out the last number Hazel called. He gave the number to the hacker, requesting the hacker to find who the number was registered to. The hacker with a serious look on his face, searched for who the number was re

She chose a man who made her life miserable, a man who hurt her in ways no one deserves and I grew up watching that, promising myself I would never end up like her. Never choose a man like my father, never stay in something that destroys me and yet Daniel. Different face, different story, same pain and maybe not in the exact same way but the damage was still there. The betrayal and feeling of helplessness, of being used, I close my eyes briefly, swallowing hard. Is it true? That no matter how hard you try to avoid a certain path, you somehow end up right back on it? Like you’re trapped in a cycle you don’t even realize you’re repeating until it’s too late?