I Can T Novels & Stories

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The disappointment in me hardens, calcifying into something I can’t quite name yet. I push back my chair, the scrape loud in the silence. “I’m done here.”

He said, 'I am not helping you because I can't, there's a problem and also I can't tell you the reason…,? Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

Ivy could go on and on about his excuses which she all found lame and baseless. “ There is no perfect woman.” She would often say to him. “ If there isn't any yet then I will make one for myself.” He would reply, all to annoy her. That spoilt little brat. She cussed. “ Just a minute Ma, I will check.” She responded politely before dropping the land phone on the table and clicking on the keyboard. She hummed softly before picking up the phone, bringing it close to her mouth. “ I am afraid we don’t have anyone under that name here Ma.” She informed.

I c-can't breathe a-anymore. ©SKIES AMBRIELLE Votes and comments are, highly appreciated! Thanks for reading!>.<

For three years, I worked three jobs a day to send Wendy Stallone to university. In the end, I ended up doing all the chores at home as well. On the day Wendy graduated, the Stallone family came to bring her back to the family, and she turned into a socialite overnight. Everyone said my years of hardship had ended, and I was about to become rich. During the celebration party, Clark Quinn, Wendy’s childhood friend, sat beside her like he was born to orbit around her and asked me whether it was time for me to step aside. Wendy said nothing and just toyed with Clark’s fingers. Under the dazzling lights, I stared at her and asked calmly, “Are we going to break up?” She was stunned for

"But there is one problem though." "And what could that be Mr Robertson?" "You don't have any ECAs." "ECAs?" I looked at him confused. "Sorry, I meant to say you don't have any extracurricular activities or physical fitness." "I can't participate in any form of sports due to my illness, the administration knows that." I told him. "I know, I'm head of the sports department" he reminded "but even with your illness, you can still participate in other activities." "Like?" I frowned.

All I could do was stare at the wall and cry. Occasionally, for some reason or another, Henry or Alex knock at the door to check on me. They’d plead with me to exit the room to eat something or at the very least drink some water, but I’d always refuse. Not out of spite, mind you. My refusal wasn’t driven by hate or malice, nor was it driven by the desire to have Henry care one last time. I physically couldn’t move from that spot and didn’t have the energy to worry about it.

HAHAHAHA YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME HAHAH I CAN I CAN YOU CAN DO NOTHING BUT FOLLOW ME.HAHA There's something I can do, I'll find a way. HAHAHAHA..........

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