I'm Nobody Who Are You Mga Nobela at Kwento

One by one, they approached him and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Delirus? You seem worried." When Delirus noticed the curious looks from those around him, he explained, "You don't need to worry. I'm just thinking about a nobody." "A nobody? Is he worth your attention like this?" "Yeah, it seems that this person isn't just an ordinary nobody." Everyone spoke up as they surrounded Delirus.

I wasn't trash and I would never be a nobody. The only trash was the fool who gave up his future in the name of love. The only nobody was the barren madwoman with no legacy to her name than murderer. That would never be me.

“I am. Who are you?” “I am Stella McCartney,your replacement.” What?

I opened my mouth to speak, it's breaking my heart that I know this won't last, I know it won't. "This won't last, I know it won't ", I said in a sad whisper. "It will-" "No listen, in as much as I hate to admit it but, you were right, we have no future together. I'm a nobody, I'm Asher Peterson, nobody knows who I am, nobody at all. You're Sebastian Greenwood, society might let you be with a man but not your damn bodyguard whose a nobody", I said so emotional. He sighed and looked me dead in the eyes,

I wonder fоr a second іf I’m оvеrdоѕіng. Iѕ thіѕ hоw I’m gоіng tо dіе? Choking on thе еdgе оf thе road, my death unrероrtеd bесаuѕе I’m just a hooker, a nobody whо dоеѕn’t matters?

Was this a joke? Who tf is “he”? My stomach sank. I texted the number back, typing before I could even think— Me: “who is this? Is this some sort of a joke?” The response came almost instantly, like whoever this person was, he’d known I would respond, like he’d been waiting. Unknown: “I’m nobody. Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be in the locker room after dark, bad things could happen to you.” The air in my lungs evaporated, my fingers grew cold.

I just sat on the ground crying my hearts out. Why??? Why it's has to be me always?? I screamed looking at the dark sky, "Why?? Why?? Why?? But got no answer back. Cars and vehicles were passing by but nobody stopped to help me. Monica was right, I'm just a nobody invisible to the world. But then a hand reached to me, I looked up,

“That’s a name not an answer. If i wanted yiur name I would have asked it directly.” I frowned at her. “What exactly do you mean?” I demanded to know byt instead, she shrugged. "I'm sorry, you seem like the kind of person who keeps a shit ton of secrets and I’m only trying to figure out which of those secrets will affect me as the King’s sister. So I’ll ask again. Who are you?” She wanted to know who I was? That was the easiest question. "I’m nobody.” "Ha!" She laughed. She actually... laughed. When she stopped she continued.

I drag myself to the bed and, with difficulty, climb onto it and curl up. You deserve to die Elisa… nobody will miss you… nobody at all… I'm sure once you're dead, they'll find another woman… “N''n''n''no… n''n''not true. I squeeze my eyes tight. We're telling the truth... you're a nobody... nobody loves you... nobody wants you... '' M''m''m''lie! I run to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I'm so done. “Do you think they'll want someone like that? So ugly and finished?