Lose You Now Burnsie Mga Nobela at Kwento

I trembled and glared at her. During the first four tries, I had gone into the operating room full of hope, only to be told that the match failed. I coughed up blood every night, and I lost large clumps of hair. I only thought that I was unlucky, but this was all because Seth and Julius wanted to take revenge for Jody. Hate burned in my heart. Out of nowhere, I gained strength and lunged at Jody like a mad woman to grab her neck. “Die!” Jody was not expecting me to suddenly attack her, and she fell on the floor. “Help! Elena lost her mind! Julius, Seth, help me!”

The pain, the suffocation, and the smell of burning flesh crushed the last of my psychological defenses. My face turned deathly pale. For the first time, I lowered my pride and begged. “Janine, I’ll give up. I won’t compete anymore. I’ll never bother you again. Just let me go. In this kind of heat… I’ll really die.” She had never seen me beg before. For a split second, her eyes wavered. However, just as she was about to speak, Mr. O’Connor’s butler suddenly appeared and leaned close to whisper in her ear.

It was also the last time she decided she would ever see him. After she drove them out, she stood alone in the villa. The house already felt broken beyond repair. Nothing had physically changed. Yet Nicholas' presence had vanished from every corner. She slowly slid down the wall and sat on the floor. Tears streamed down her face before she even realized they had begun. "Nick, I was wrong. Can you come back?" Now she truly had nothing left. Before, she could still deceive herself into believing she was helping Bryan out of kindness. Now she understood that it had all been a ridiculous scam.

"I don't want her to be my mom anymore. Can you divorce her and let Aunt Maya be my mom instead?" Maya stood to the side, looking at me with barely concealed triumph. "Shirley, your temper is getting worse and worse. "So what if you were injured in that fire? You've already been discharged from the hospital. Maya's family is in trouble, and she's struggling with depression–she's already having a hard enough time on her own. Why are you still making things difficult for her? "Can't you be a little kinder?" I did not look at Leo. My gaze fell instead on the bags he was holding.

"The owner of that suitcase was killed by you, and you still won't admit it?" "No!" Vanessa snapped immediately. "Stop making things up! How could that ugly, filthy old woman possibly be Declan's mother? His mother would be graceful and gentle. She'd be beautiful enough to rival the Moon Goddess herself. "That disgusting old wolf was nothing but some lowly stray. Selena, you obviously sent her to sabotage me and frame me." I shook my head and laughed softly. "No…" The broken sound came from Declan. He moved like a puppet with its strings cut, staggering toward the suitcase one step at a time. Then he bent down and picked up a thorn brooch set with moonstone.

Still burning. But now by choice.

About doom and consequences and the world burning. Let it burn.