La Traicion Meme Novels & Stories

Facing failure isn’t scary; what’s scary is covering your weaknesses with lies, even faking impossible honors. [Hope someone bounces back soon. Repeating a year isn’t a big deal. Jason and I will cheer for you at Cornell.] A row of neatly arranged likes appeared, with Jason’s profile picture first. Then a notification came through, a newly created group chat. I didn’t know who had added me when it started.

" Ian still had on the same silver-gray suit from before, but it was now stained and filthy. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were bloodshot. Honestly, if Ian had paid even the slightest attention to the answers he copied onto his own answer sheets, he would've noticed something was wrong much sooner. Unfortunately, he trusted Shirley too much, just like I had trusted her in my previous life. "Ian, trust me! Repeat the year next year, and I promise I'll help you get into Alpheno College! If not next year, then the year after!" The moment Shirley repeated the exact same words she once told me, something inside Ian finally snapped.

Marco turned to me, his expression impassive. "Miss. Your orders for the traitor?"

black-and-white backgrounds with text overlays like: > “Ungrateful girls don’t deserve real ones. ” “Some people don’t know when they’ve got someone good. ” My stomach twisted as I scrolled. He’d left comments on memes about “loyal men and cold women. ” And his followers...most of them guys from school...had jumped right in. “Facts bro, some girls don’t deserve loyalty. ” “We know who you’re talking about, king. ” “She used you for clout. ”

"No. I don't accept that. It was all a misunderstanding—Carmela lied. Mia, I love you. I'll fix it. Just come back." A bitter laugh slipped out. He still didn't get it. It was never just her—it was him. The lies. The betrayal. The way he looked at me like I was the problem. "Even if she lied, you didn't trust me. You chose her. You hurt me. That doesn't just get erased." I exhaled, my chest tight. "There's no going back. Don't come looking for me again." I turned to leave. But Rafe grabbed my hand, eyes glassy. "Mia, please. Just one more chance. I know I messed up. I'll do right by you this time."

She disappeared down the road. It was too late for regret. Regret meant nothing when it showed up after the damage was done. A month passed before we heard about them again. Lyris lost a leg in the crash. The baby she had abandoned during her escape—her own child—died alone at home from starvation. She was found guilty of treason for siding with the rogues and betraying her own kind. The judges of the Kingdom of Volvia sentenced her to death, carried out with the harshest punishment allowed.

“Can’t even put my own seatbelt on.” “Ha-ha. You so do believe that’s all I was trying to do. For all you know I could have been trying to steal your wallet. Maybe this whole thing was a ruse to get you to come to Hawaii with me so I could start a new life of crime.” He reaches down and clicks the seatbelt into place. “And this is coming from the person who thought washing dirty money meant actually washing dollar bills with soap and water.” “It’s a very misleading expression.”

I needed to see Aurora, but I hated that she would know who I was. As I entered into her view, I saw her body stiffen and jaw slack. I dipped my head in a sign of respect though all I felt was shame. I wanted was to crawl on my hands and knees and beg for forgiveness for being who I was. I couldn’t read all her emotions, but pain and hurt fought at the forefront. I walked in front of her, fully bowed, and kissed her hand. “My lady,” I whispered, “know that I will protect you with my life.” I was giving fidelity to anyone listening as a good subject would do to his future Luna, but she knew exactly what I meant.

"Why did you order you men to have me treated? Are you taking your revenge to the next level? Build something and then break it with your very own hands?" "I am sorry..." "Sorry will not make amends for anything." "You are at fault too. You killed my father and had me kill some of my loyal men." "Do you have proof?" "You lied about the pregnancy because all along you were taking contraceptives." "And I ask again, do you have proof?" Gabriella gave him a quizzical look. "You regained your memory and did not tell me anything about it..." "Was I supposed to tell you that I am a cop when I know how much you hate the police?"