Humble Simple And True Novels & Stories

The sun's rays began to provide warmth to all inhabitants of the earth. The boy who was still sleeping began to open his eyes because of the interference from the light that entered from the curtains of his bedroom window. "I'm tired of all this," he complained. Who is that boy? He is Aldrich. He lives alone in a luxury apartment that only millionaires live in. How rich to be called a millionaire? If you have a net worth of 1 Million Dollars and still growing every day. You can be called a millionaire.

When I heard, I couldn't help but ask, "And you still managed to resist? But it makes sense since Isabella is undeniably beautiful." Enzo's eyes were full of disdain as he snorted. "No matter how beautiful she is, her appearance is just a shell. As a Don, I don't lack beautiful women. Only a rookie Don like Matteo would fall for that." The phrase "rookie Don" made me laugh so hard that I accidentally spilled wine on my dress. Enzo helplessly shook his head and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the stain. Halfway through, he paused and looked up at me.

I looked regretfully at the balloon floating away gently in the sky. What a pity, I hadn't finished writing my wish. Henry touched my head. Without needing me to speak, he turned around to buy another balloon for me. I gazed at his back and smiled from the bottom of my heart. Henry, I made three wishes. First, I wished for world peace with no more wars. Second, I wished for a world free from diseases, and for the well-being and happiness of humanity. The last wish was for you, the very best you could have, a life you truly wanted, and not one trapped by me.

Hailee pouted sarcastically, “You two can finally be together now. . . how disgusting,” “You know what Hailee, I’ve had enough with your bullshit. You think you’re this perfect girl, but in reality. . . you’re a sad case. I mean come on, you’re so desperate for some affection you had to get from a fifteen-year-old. You’re a slut who doesn’t think about anyone but herself. You’ve treated me like shit my whole life, but I brushed it off because I thought you were my “friend”, but no. You’re a loser, and you deserve to drop fucking dead,” I glared at her and she looked at me furiously.

The fury on Chris' face instantly froze, replaced by an awkward, suffocating guilt. "You're certainly generous enough, throwing that much cash at some woman on the side. Take a look at your own wife and child, though. "They’re living in a corrugated tin shack, your daughter is skin and bones, nearly dying from a severe fever and blood loss, and you couldn't even bother to register her for a Social Security number. How do you look at yourself in the mirror?" Every word felt like a direct punch to the gut, leaving Chris winded with shame.

"No, Shayne. I don't need anyone else to love me. I can love myself." The Chat Feed blew up: [Crying... Ley-Bae just bodied him with that line!] [Congrats on your breakup, I guess?] He froze, lips moving with nothing coming out. I smiled, calm now, untouchable. "Your love meant me simping while you gave nothing back. That's not love—it's cheap. I appreciate you stepping in earlier, but it's too late. You pushed me away way too many times." His hand trembled on the sheets, eyes wet. "I'm sorry."

There was an unspoken understanding in his words, no grand declarations, just a gentle sharing of our realities. “You know, Ava,” he said after a while, his tone soft and contemplative, “I never thought a day like today could be so… simple. Just enjoying good food, good company, and a little adventure. It makes the world seem a bit less complicated.” I nodded, feeling that same simplicity resonate within me. “I get that,” I replied quietly. “Sometimes, I forget that life isn’t always about big, dramatic moments. Sometimes, it’s just this.... small moments that add up.”

"Florida, the sunshine state with glorious beaches, Walt Disney World, and a small town in the middle of nowhere called Sonnyville where I was born and raised." "Wait, you’re from a small town?" Linda sputtered, almost spitting out her drink. "I get that a lot, but why, I don’t understand." "I don’t mean any offense, it’s just that your personality is so…" Linda moved her hands in a wide circle searching for the appropriate word. "Charming?" Luke supplied. "I think she means big," Miles chipped in, and Luke sat down with a nod of defeat. But linda just assumed it was more playing around, so she quickly agreed with Miles and smiled.

I said. A beat. "Almost," he said, "is where I'm starting from." The simplicity of it landed in a way that something more elaborate wouldn't have. Almost is where I'm starting from. Not I'm getting better or I'm working on myself or any of the other phrases that are true and real and still manage to hold the actual thing at a slight distance. Just: almost. And starting. An honest account of exactly where he stood. I stayed with that for a moment.

If what Charles felt for me counted as love, then being loved by him must be the cruelest punishment this world could offer. "What kind of joke are you trying to make, Charles?" I asked. "Someone like you—how could you possibly know what love even means? You're selfish, childish, and weak. At the first sign of hardship, you crawl into your shell like a frightened turtle, unable to face reality." He let out a cold, hollow laugh. Straightening up, he looked at me with twisted calm, like a devil clawed up from the pits of hell. "Heh," he said. "So you saw through me all along."