Humble Simple And True Novels & Stories

Jayden was forever suspended in time, forever clinging on to past memories to survive the present. A sob escaped her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, she looked at me. “When I found out the truth that you had hidden from me, I remember being very mad at you," she started softly. A dagger in my heart twisted. It was a mistake I’d never forgive myself for. "I thought that hiding the truth wasn't justifiable in any situation. But now, when I have been put in the position to deal with it, I realized that it isn't that simple, that the truth isn't as black and white as it seems." She met Jay’s eyes again. "The truth is rarely pure and never simple." I was sure it was a

His grip wasn't tight, but it was firm. "Do not make this difficult for us," I said. "Not while we're a team." "I don't mind failing." His eyes were dark, amused. "Do you?" I pulled my hand back and he let me go. I took a deep breath through my nose, held it, let it out slowly. Freshman year flashed through my mind. Him showing up to our group project meeting drunk, three days before it was due. The casual way he'd tried to hand me five hundred dollars cash, like I was his assistant instead of his partner. Like my scholarship didn't matter. Like I didn't matter.

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*Meadow* He smiled at me as he began, speaking calmly. "In your eyes, I have found my home. In your heart, I have found my love. In your soul, I have found my mate. With you, I am whole, full, alive. You make me laugh. You let me cry. You are my breath, my every heartbeat." He cleared his throat once more and I realized I was holding my breath when he whispered to me. 'Breath...' I chuckled and breathe heavily as I tried to hide my blush and he continued. "I am yours. You are mine. Of this we are certain. You are lodged in my heart. The small key is lost. You must stay there forever."

after hearing what he said, she was no more very touched and was a little helpless, "I really don't know why an arrogant people like you can become a very successful businessman." "I was born to be a talented businessman." James was not self-effacingat at all. "Forget it! I don't want to talk to you. You are really not humble." James raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to see me being humble?" Elizabeth thought for a moment, "Humility is considered a virtue, and you can be humble sometimes. What do you think?" "Mmm." After a long while, James nodded heavily and then held Elizabeth in his arms, "Then I'll be humble."

“It is another conviction.” Ava stepped beside him. Together they read the pages silently. One list included coffee and thunderstorms and old songs. Another included fresh bread and dogs and remembering dreams after waking up. Another simply said: People who stay. The words settled heavily between them. Because simplicity often traveled further than complexity ever managed. Ava smiled softly. “I love this.” “So do I.” A pause. “I think I love that nobody asked permission first.” She laughed quietly. “Communities rarely do.” Interesting.

Once everyone found out I'd bought this crappy little company, even the people who used to believe in me started giving me that look, like they didn't trust me anymore. "A digital media company on its last legs is supposed to beat real estate? Especially on a project we've sunk nine figures into? Please. Looks like this newly returned Mr. Mark is all show and no substance." "I'm still Team Mr. Jerome. Mr. Mark's been gone for ten years. How is he supposed to compete with Mr. Jerome, who's been studying business the right way since he was a kid?"

"I actually thought she'd send me her precious darling instead." I stayed silent, simply watching her. Her weakness and her injuries were all fake. In my past life, I had fallen for her act. I thought she was a poor, broken woman. I tried to treat her gently, thinking kindness could melt her coldness. What I got in return was humiliation, worse than anything I'd imagined. "Get out," she said impatiently, waving her hand. "I don't want to see you. You're an eyesore." That was our wedding night.

I'm breathing, but I feel dead. If only feelings had an off switch. If only I could block out the hurtful words, the thoughts, and the feelings. I try to tell myself that it's not true, all the words, all the pain, that it's a chapter and it will pass. But I guess that's a lie; I have been lying to myself. This chapter is not passing. All my life I have been in the same chapter, over and over again; my life is a repeating record; every day is the same.

“But what of the rest of the world? What of lands where people are cruel, where greed runs deep, where old hatreds burn hot? Will your way work there too?” “It will not be easy,” I answered honestly. “It will take time. It will take patience. It will take courage. But it will work — because it is true. And truth works everywhere. Truth works in every land, every heart, every soul. Because truth is simply how things are. And you cannot fight how things are forever. You can only delay it. You can only suffer until you learn it.”