Novel & Cerita Les Miserables Fanfiction

I had managed to overpower him, intending to escape, but instead of harming me, he had offered me a job. He was a machinery seller who needed someone to deliver to his suppliers. I was fast and stealthy, and the job helped me pay off a huge debt. Around that time I met Charles and left the slums, but now, looking around, I smiled. I was no longer the scared girl disguised as a boy I used to be.

He said Into her ears, his accent not as strong as his fellows own. “I__swea___i don’t know anything” Ariana managed to say as she felt strong pain on her head, like he was about to pull her hair off her scalp he pulled harder and Ariana let out a scream. “Tell me bitch where is the fucking flash drive?, we don’t have time to play around” His face only few inches away from hers and she could smell the thick smell of alcohol. She tried pulling her hair away from his hand but his grip was so strong, that she only winced in pain.

She even outlined detailed plans to squeeze money out of him to help her family pay off gambling debts. The more Nathaniel read, the paler he became. By the end, his entire body trembled. The "true love" he believed in had been nothing more than a carefully orchestrated scam from the start. The so-called "angel" was actually a seasoned gold digger. He slammed the tablet shut and covered his face with both hands, a suppressed sob escaping him. "I'm such an idiot… a complete idiot… I actually hurt you for someone like that, and I almost…"

Presently, she was crying, and she walked to her grandmother for succor. “Grandma, kindly make my father to understand that I am not in a relationship,” she pleaded, and cried on the shoulder of the wrong person. She was not aware that the King was the only person on her side. Meanwhile, the powerful King Raphael Churchill VII was infested by her cry, and fought back the tears that were about to form in his eyes. Nevertheless, Grandma Phoebe startled Mirabel with her consolation, “Stop crying, my dear. You did not commit any crime. You are only in a relationship, and got engaged to a handsome young man today.”

“You want to see me suffer—why? Because I’m the bastard daughter of your father’s mistress? Isn’t that the reason?” The words hung in the air, heavy and toxic, a suffocating mist. Cross opened his mouth, perhaps to defend himself, but she silenced him with a laugh that was nothing more than a broken sob, devoid of mirth and filled with anguish. “You don’t want to let your tool for suffering go,” she hissed, hastily wiping her tears with the back of her trembling hand, smearing the remnants of her sorrow across her flushed cheeks. “Neither do you want to keep the real Marceline. All you want is to make me suffer, which I’ve come to accept—my fate.”

Riley The bus moved along the gravel for another mile until Coach Rufus found a small clearing where he could safely pull over to check the damage to the front axle, and the moment the doors opened, I grabbed Fantine’s hand and led her down the steps because the air inside was stuffy with the scent of terrified teenagers. I could feel her hand trembling in mine, she was looking down at the ground with her shoulders hunched up, and I figured she was still stuck in the horror of the fight, so I pulled her toward the edge of the road, where we could be alone.

The sentence I would give back, if I could give back any single sentence in my whole short reign. "Mabelle. I love you. I will see you at dinner." Her face did a thing faces are not supposed to do. It crumpled, then set. She is Bayou. Bayou does not cry in public until the body is in the ground. She did not cry. She did, however, do something I had not seen her do before. She knelt — there in the gate-pool, in front of my own guards, in front of the household servants who had stopped to watch — and she put her hand to my tail and started a knot.

The light was slowly dimming in his eyes, and he looked extremely defeated. My heart ached at the sight, so I stole his passport for him and gave him all the money I had saved just so he could escape to see Olivia. As he left through the window, his eyes were sparkling like stars in the sky. He thanked me and promised to bring me to have dessert at Southern Memories. That was our very last friendly exchange. He did not manage to find Olivia. He lost his spark after he came back. He spent his days drunk in his room. When he was at his drunkest, he thought that I was Olivia.

Madam persuaded Jean again. 'Whether it's five hundred million, one billion, three billion, I don't care. Even the Minister, or the President, I will not sell my body. You better sell yourself than offer people.' She muttered to herself. Of course, Jean still needed a job. If she said it, she was sure she would be dishonourably discharged. "Madam, it looks like Cheryl is overwhelmed with customers. I'll take my leave." Jean quickly left Madam, who was annoyed that she could no longer persuade her.

Suddenly, a seductive illusion materialized before them, a vision of their deepest desires and fears. Xienma saw a vision of herself, free from the abuse and pain of her past, living a life of peace and love. Xavier saw himself leading his pack, respected and admired, free from the shadows of his father's expectations. Cassie saw herself surrounded by her friends, their love and loyalty unbreakable, a life filled with joy and laughter.