Les Misérables Novels & Stories

This time I chose offense, I needed to get the anger out of my system and get payback not just for me but for Maya. I took a few deep breaths as I walked at Star. They guys never checked pockets if you tipped them at the door which I did as I walked in. The place made me sick as I stepped in, taking in the scene of naked girls and men who were drinking and smoking while throwing a couple of bills around. “Hey baby you look lost,” a girl with too much make-up came onto me. “Not today sweetheart,” I said, my voice jumpy from the way she had grabbed me so shamelessly.

She quoted words from a romance movie she watched a thousand times for her vows. Victor's wavy black hair was gel to the back, his grey suit hugged his body, his brown eyes deceivingly looked pure. He had a slim thick structure, 5'9 ft tall, broad shoulders and bow legs. Damn his figure was perfect. His smile was perfect, everything about his outward appearance was breathtaking. He would have fooled anyone and is fooling everyone. They say the devil was one handsome geek. Expecting anything else from a money hungry, manipulative billionaire was the worst thing she ever did.

I am so grateful to the one who invented music because I would literally die of boredom without it, even though I only listen to one band which is the Mayday Parade -- an American rock band from Florida that I had discovered because of my deceased brother - Zon. My inside cells were already dancing to the beat of the song Miserable at Best as I watched the bus slowly move across the roads. It'd definitely take a while before I reached the school. The conductor kept on calling passengers without realizing the bus was already full. He couldn't even smell his own breath while trying to cross between people standing in the middle of the bus.

Mother superior begged as she walked closer towards me. I shook my head angrily. “ You abandoned me, you are liars, just like that damn stupid Isolde, liars,” I screamed at them as my breath got rigid. “ No we did not, we gave both of you a life, a beautiful one, not the one like ours whose running from the church,” she stammered, as she begged.

Damien asked, looking around the room. "Hmm," I thought as I looked up and noticed a chandelier in front of me. It was captivating and hypnotic to the eyes. "Yes," I replied, returning my gaze to Damien. "Say, what do Mafias do?" I inquired, widening his eyes. He appeared surprised by my unexpected question. "In a nutshell, mafias do unimaginable bad things that you don't need to know," he said, lowering his gaze. I raised an eyebrow and asked bluntly, "Why? Aren't I your woman?" Damien was taken aback by what I had said, and he laughed, placing his right hand on his mouth.

Vinnie just shrugged and signed back reassuringly, “It’s okay.” The maid sighed heavily as she leaned against the countertop and ran a hand through her long hair. She looked tired but also determined as she spoke again. “I just want to help my sister get better and live a normal life someday, you know. She’s been through a lot already. First, she lost her hearing because of the disease, then our parents divorced, and now she’s suffering from cancer too? It’s just...it’s not fair.” “That’s horrible.” Vinnie signed back sympathetically, feeling sad for the girl too. It really wasn’t fair to have such a crappy life. She walked to the couch and sat down, the apple still in her hand.

Poverty would strain any marriage, especially for people like them who were already morally bankrupt and could only share wealth, not hardship. Having lost me as their pillar, their finances became suddenly tight. The place they rented was small and old. Donovan's work remained unstable, and the factory where Sloane worked had inconsistent business.

Gemma sneered and said, "Miles, I regret showing Zack any mercy. I should have let him rot in prison." The judge banged his gavel. "The defendant, Iris Leigh, due to severe mental illness, is to be transferred to Serenity Care Nursing Home for mandatory treatment and supervision." My sight went black as I dug my nails into my palm. It hurt me so much that I felt numb. Gemma had a look of victory, accompanied by Howard's smug face. It felt like all the strength had been drained from my body. At that moment, Gemma's phone vibrated. She looked at it, and her indifferent expression instantly changed into shock.

“Stop! Don’t hit me. Mrs. Foster, I’m not the mistress… Miss Foster, you’ve been deceived. I’m the real one who saved you–” A baton slammed hard into my back, and a metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. “Still lying, huh? Hit her again. Don’t stop until she can’t get up.” At Mrs. Foster’s vicious order, the beating intensified again. My vision blurred, and the pool of blood beneath me grew larger. Was I going to die here again today? I clenched my lips and quickly took the chance to send Elijah a distress message through my smartwatch. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, Elijah arrived with the police.

she corrected herself quickly "Won't hurt to try ... but maybe tomorrow...for now I need you to do something for me" "Anything miss" "Okay then...come closer " Authroess POV "Sold ?"Mrs Mica repeated "Yeah he was sold to pay a debt .."Mrs meyer sniffed "He offered himself to be brought...I couldn't afford the drugs for my health so in order not to lose our house...he was sold to the owner" "You witch!" Mrs Mica yelled "How dare you sell my son to gain a few dollars?!" she rasped Meyer looked at her in disbelief