Juntos Pero Revueltos Novels & Stories

Sure enough, the next second, a girl spoke up, "How can we let Luna draw so much blood alone? Julian needs more. Let us all donate a little each. When everyone gives a bit, it adds up!" The words were immediately met with agreement. "Yes, keep using this syringe to draw! We are not as selfish as some people. Everyone, quickly take turns!" "Exactly. Luna isn't afraid, so what are we afraid of? This bit of blood is nothing compared to our unity and friendship!" Listening to their passionate, righteous speeches, I could not help but laugh inwardly. What great classmates. They even shared a syringe used by an HIV carrier, and in turn, the virus itself. In this life, they would finally fulfill th

“Are you going to cry too?” His expression changed. That fury snapped into something darker. He lunged. I reacted on instinct, shoving him back, my shoulder slamming into his chest as we tumbled sideways. We crashed into the floor, the impact rattling my bones. I twisted, trying to get leverage, nails digging into fabric and skin. We wrestled like animals—no finesse, no restraint. Just anger and momentum and months of resentment boiling over. I almost expected our parents to come barging in from all the ruckus we were making.

"Like me?" "Yeah, as a friend you know, partner in crime" Ooh boy. Robert ruined it. She switched back to her earlier grumpy mood. In fact this time she broke into a hymn. That hymn girls do when they are mad that only themselves know what it is about. The problem is they started holding some very weird stuff, a harmer, boil some hot water and arrange knives. You can’t help but be scared because some have watched final destination one to five and why women kill.

I frowned as I watched the three of them crying uncontrollably before me. The young woman in Mom's arms trembled as she wiped away her tears. Their cries filled the room, loud and raw. "I'm finally home, Mom! I'm never leaving you and Dad again!" Mom broke down even more when she heard her biological daughter's words. Next to her, Dad's eyes were red. He occasionally patted their shoulders, his voice thick with emotion as he said, "Alright, now. That's enough. Look at you two, crying like that. Today's supposed to be a happy day. Faye's finally home!"

I was fuming with rage! A knot tightened in my stomach, and I flattened my lips, mixing my ingredients in the bowl with so much force that wasn’t needed. Too bad— I was unleashing my anger at the poor bowl. And not at the liars who’d wronged me. “Of course, I’m fine,” I wanted to sound fine, but my voice was literally breaking apart, and I could already feel the tears that were stinging at the corners of my eyes. “I’m happy he’s moving on.”

**** The year turned and the company grew and the children grew faster. James and Nora at eighteen months were physically fearless and verbally ambitious and had developed the unsettling capacity to collaborate on mischief. They were doing it together, which Marcus, who had met them twice at company events, observed was an advanced cognitive skill for their age. Kade pointed out that this was less reassuring than Marcus seemed to think. Rosa, in Barcelona, was apparently even-tempered and observant, which Elena reported with the relief of someone who had prepared for anything and received something manageable. Killian described her as the most competent person in their apartment, which Elena

“You agreed that we shouldn’t lay our hands on our shit.” Cursing in the morning? Guess somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Anton patted Bessie before standing up to look at Fin. If this was a staring contest, Fin would obviously win on this one as her glare could kill someone. Despite that, she was small and four times shorter than him —not that he was particularly on the average height, in fact he’s pretty tall for a Filipino guy. “I am just helping around, sorry,” he sighed. Despite his looks, Anton hates dealing with confrontation. “I noticed that you were using the same clothes for three days and well, your laundry has been untouched for weeks.”

I'm this close to losing this semester. I was alone in the house. My parents, barely could babysit, so I had to take her to classes with me. Luckily, she was a Saint there. Jaxson and Raysa got so drunk, they accidentally got married. When they got their memories back from that night, they still decided to stay married. They're so in love, is sickening. So she moved to his house, next door. Cindy moved in with Fernando. And there's me... "Will you help mommy not lose the semester." She just squished my cheeks and then kissed them. "I'll take that as a yes."

He looked up with the most unreadable expression. "Yes?". How could he act so calm? Did he not recognize me from that meeting last night? "What was that meeting last night? Why were you there? Wh-". "It was an anti-New Worlders meeting. I thought that was evident by the chanting", he interrupted with a smirk. "Your sarcasm is extremely unnecessary. You can't expect me to not be confused as you basically confess to being involved in a faction that hates the New World, and wants to reverse it back: the Counterrevolution!", I burst as the words sprint out of my mouth.

Alex muttered to himself, he was beginning to understand some things that weren’t clear to him, his guess was right, something had gone wrong between his father's group during the experiment which led to the mission that they were trying to do now, but exactly what happened was what he didn't know. Rachel by Alex's side also overheard everything was also dumbfounded, why was everything so complicated? what was exactly what happened that led to their disbanding, was this some kind of joke, she couldn't understand a thing, she was just there staring blankly, there was no hope, was this where they were going to die, there was no way they could escape as there was no way Alex could fight all the