Les Miserables Novels & Stories

Even if I don't look for a table right now, I am sure that we will have a table. "There's a lot of tables, don't worry, it’s okay," I answered. Morris chose a rice meal for him, while I settled on a burger and fries. "A total of 298 pesos, ma'am," the cashier said. I handed her a 500 peso bill right away after taking it out of my wallet. Our order had already been placed. Morris lifted and carried it while I waited for my change. We were silently digging our food when I got disturbed because of Tasha's phone call.

Ariana looked at the city from the view her window displayed right in her office. Los Angelos h very busy place it was just half past nine and everywhere was so filled with people going on with their daily businesses. And here she was again in her office like usual, every day with the same routine. She sighed, what a boring life this was. She had the money to do whatever she wanted and so she used to think it was more that enough for her but as years went by, she realized money couldn’t give her what she wanted in life.

There was nobody on the street and I pulled open the door and walked inside the small lobby. “He lives on the fourth floor. His name is Jim and he likes to hurt young girls,” she said. I turned on the stairs to look at her and she placed her hand on my shoulder. She showed me image after image of what Jim did in his spare time and I could feel the anger and disgust rise in me. “Stop,” I whispered as we stood there and she laughed again. The images were too much. Seeing Saga had been bad enough and I still felt guilty about what had happened to her. To see these images of other children was making me feel sick.

“Sera, can you stop being so unreasonable? Angela’s just a young girl. Why are you so jealous? She’s lying on the roadside, hurt. Do you expect me to ignore her? I’m not as cold-blooded as you!” He kicked me out of the car without the slightest care. My phone was broken, so calling a cab wasn’t even an option. The rainstorm came fast and furious, trapping me at a tiny bus stop. The wound began to ache sharply as a chill rose in my heart. I never thought that, in this lifetime, I would cry over two dollars. Humbled and drenched, I had no choice but to accept a stranger’s charity to make it home. By the time I reached the house, the rain had stopped, but my heart had completely turned cold.

I snapped. “Your face gives it away.” I rolled my eyes. “Great. So I look miserable.” “Yes,” he replied bluntly. “You do.” I glared at him, but he didn’t apologize. Of course not. When the elevator doors opened, I stood frozen in place. The space was nothing short of stunning. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view that looked straight out of a film. The aesthetic featured clean lines, pristine white marble, dark furniture everything was sleek, expensive, and utterly out of reach.

I asked. "Because Damon trusts you," Mavira said simply. "And Damon doesn't trust easily." She stood and brushed off her trousers. "That's enough reason for me." --- I ran into Virelle at the bottom of the north staircase twenty minutes later. She was heading up. I was heading down. We met in the middle and both stopped. Up close in daylight she was sharper than she had looked at dinner. The scar through her eyebrow caught the light. She looked at me the same way she had the night before.

It doesn't matter how bad someone thinks he is. The footsteps of his feet quickly walked out, this made Chris who saw him feel more emotional. "WAIT ME, B*STARD!" His weak body wanted to stand up, but suddenly a hand pulled him and made him sit back down on the kitchen floor. "I HAVE TO CHASE HIM, MA, HE'S A TRAITOR!" A slap landed hard on the cheek that was already injured, making the wound gape wider with fresh blood flowing from it. "Ma," whispered Chris who then looked down after seeing a pair of wide round eyes staring at him.

“no, we will take the child with us, I can’t live my blood with that woman, she doesn’t even care a flinch about him” “how soon can we do this, my love” Sarah asked now more greedy in her of being the wife of a rich man she never thought she would one day be a wealthy woman from being a woman who had nothing. She always admired Priscilla and how wealthy she was, she envied her for being born from a silver platter while she was born in the ghetto with nothing to show or present. Mr Lodipo responded to her with a smile, “Everything will be done before tomorrow, she will wake up a woman with nothing tomorrow.” He said boldly.

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?

But before I can react, Angel’s voice continues to sound, and I am riveted by the words I hear. “But that is where you and I are completely different Rita. You look at the worth of a man based only on the money he brings home at the end of the day. I see the man and only the man. Money means nothing to me. You can’t cuddle with money at the end of the day. Money doesn’t give you mind-blowing orgasms then gently care for you making sure you are happy. Money can’t replace companionship and that is why you are poorer than me and I pity you. But you made your bed, and you will lay in it. Just don’t drag the rest of us in with you because I guarantee no one wants to be associated with your harlot