Les Miserable Translation Novels & Stories

It was the perfect den for people who had no second chance at life and would only live miserably. I got dressed and wanted to have breakfast but the broth I made the previous night had gone stale, I angrily poured it away and moaned my misfortune. What was I to do now? If only Mirabella would agree to my wishes and do as I say! I'm tired of living in a hell while my enemies enjoy their own stupid lives.

His thick Russian accent is making it more scary. "So i expect you to obey... Because your fucking mafia prince can't save you from me." My eyes followed the dead body as his own friends dragged it away leaving thick line of blood behind. My stomach twisted in ugly knots before i puked on the shiny marble floor. "чертов беспорядок" (Fucking mess) Was the last words before i lost control on my consciousness. ********* "She shouldn't be your target... She is innocent" I heard faint feminine voice.

You're both just scheming together! Feeling cornered, Jessica struggled to respond. She put on her pitiful act and mumbled, "I'm just not used to things here, and I instinctively rely on Nathan. Please don't misunderstand, Nana." Joseph snorted dismissively. "Misunderstand what? What's there to misunderstand between you two? You're both shameless, plain and simple!" Jessica's eyes welled up with tears. "Joe, why have you become like Nana? Why are you always targeting me?"

“Never judge a book by its cover. Having a coworker like her is seriously the biggest stain on my life.” I ignored everyone’s mocking comments and simply smiled as I escorted Elijah and his group out. After everything I went through in my previous life, words like these meant nothing to me anymore.

Only then did the crowd snap back to their senses, and excited chatter immediately ensued. "Oh my gosh, I knew it!" "Fated mates really do come back to each other in the end." "They truly are fated mates. Their pairing was delayed but destined to be." "I'd gladly give up ten years of my life to see them form a mate bond!" The noisy chatter arose one after another. Among the crowd, Zed—the very one who had mocked me before—looked at me again. This time, his eyes held a complicated mix of emotions. As he passed by me, he let out a low sigh and said, "Just accept it. You can't fight what's fated."

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

She smiled and sang a song from Les Miserables next “They laugh at me, these fellas, just because I am small…they laugh at me because I’m not a hundred feet tall…I tell ’em there’s a lot to learn down here on the ground…the world is big but lil’ people turn it around!…a worm can roll a stone….a bee can sting a bear..a fly can fly around Versailles ‘cos flies don’t care!…A sparrow in a hut, can make a happy home…a flea can bite the bottom of the pope in Rome!” The men laughed at her song she chose to sing

His eyes were slightly widened. I chuckled, "You need to cheer up, Jasper. It's not about you." I said. 'It's true. One night with him and he took a piece of me with him. ' "Well! Congrats," Livia hugged Lorraine. The tension lightened. Jasper was still looking at me, sadness in his eyes, "Congratulations," I stepped ahead and kissed his cheek, "Forget the time you spent feeling like a caged bird." I chuckled again. He was loading tension over his brain unnecessarily.

"Invoco eos, qui ante me vixerunt, obscuri vigore pleni! Coniuro missas et misters ter ter. Da mihi potentiam tuam, et in tuo nomine calamitatem male cree! Sana eius ab hoc veneno! Expende mentem istius amentiae! Fac eum in omne verbum meum flectere! Confortate eum iterum! Vicissim ego te miserorum pascam animas. Amen." A deal is a deal.

"Mi gran hombre estúpido." "I feel stupid, but why me?" She rolls her eyes and I take a minute to process our conversation. "Where are the pictures?" I finally ask. Marguerite turns and begins rinsing out the rag she tossed at me. She looks back over her shoulder and says, "Her room." "Where is Angel right now?" "El jardín con lágrimas." "English, please." My frustration is at its limit. "El garden with tears, hombre estúpido."