Lost In Translation Novels & Stories

Fiona never stopped glaring at the disappearing figure of Aubrey, and when she's finally gone, Fiona let a laugh of disbelief out of her mouth. "How dare that bitch that bitch slap me! And what? She doesn't know me? Can you believe that?" "She really doesn't know you," Tyler said. "What? Do you think I'd believe that? She's probably lying t-" Tyler cut her off. "She had an accident five years ago which made her lose her memories." Fiona paused and in a little short while, her annoyed expression turned into a smile. She couldn't help but laugh at how things have become. "That must've been her retribution for being a dirty woman who sleeps with her man's best friend!"

He just can’t. …………. Selene was taken aback by what Valen said. Wow, that man is a little rude, she told herself, but she didn’t mind anymore. She knows that he doesn’t want her to be on their land. It’s not like she’s a thief. She wouldn’t take anything. She just needs time to create a plan for taking back what belongs to her, but then her phone is lost, and she can’t call Jasper. She quietly sat beside the big stone and watched the scenery in front of her.

"Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?" "It's not that, it's a her. Tonight, call a meeting with the other pack members. For us to be able to live the way we want and also to be able to shapeshift to a wolf even when it's bright, we need to sacrifice the lost blood" he spoke softly, looking around. "Yes Alpha" Dean bowed his head. Elon came across a bar. He stared at it, wanting to go back inside. "Let's go back to the mansion" he said.

I yelled because i knew they are going to protest but as Don it is my responsibility to make sure my family is in perfect health, since we came here nobody ate anything, and work i have to do mafia work so i will do it from hospital only. They knew not to say anything because if they say they will face Angry Lorenzo. Klara's POV Everything is so white, blurry it's like i am on cloud floating in the seas with my turtles and watching dolphins. Wait one second where the fuck am I. I tried to catch my surroundings but everything is so annoying. "Fckn turn off the lights" i yelled "Language Flower" Jesus, here i am in hospital (i think so because last thing i remember was passing out on the floor

Again. I love you. When was the last time someone had said that to me and meant it? Three years ago. The same man who now called me “Ms. Moore” like I was a stranger. I’m not sure when the crying turned into full-on sobbing. Somewhere between the second glass of wine and the fourth time replaying that stupid video. My mascara was probably ruined. My eyes definitely puffy. I looked like a mess and I didn’t care because no one was here to see it.

“At least someone who looks like he belongs beside her.” One of his companions laughed. “Maybe he got lost on the way in.” Another added, “Looks like a hired servant.” The crowd laughed again. Sophia’s face tightened, conflicted. She didn’t speak. Ethan noticed everything. But still remained silent. Adrian stopped in front of him. “So tell me,” he said loudly, “what do you do exactly, Mr…?” “Cross,” Ethan replied calmly. A pause. Then Adrian smiled. “Cross? I don’t think I’ve heard of that brand.”

" His so-called urgent business was buying moonberries for his childhood sweetheart's pup. Meanwhile, his Luna and pup were fighting for their lives, and he had the nerve to call that nonsense. After Grayson hung up, they led me to the operating table. Time blurred until I felt a sudden rush of warmth leaving my body. Just like that, the life I'd carried for seven months was gone. The pain in my abdomen burned, but the crushing weight in my chest was worse. I closed my eyes in despair, unable to bear the sight of the bloodied mass in the doctor's hands. It writhed, clinging to life briefly before going still. I lay on the hospital bed. My heart ached as if it were being torn apart, and my te

"No! No!" Ophelia screamed. She ran up to Tristan and pleaded tearfully, "Tell them, Dad! Didn't you fund an entire building for the university? They can't expel me?" Tristan couldn't even save his ass right now, much less Ophelia's. Isaiah grew angrier when he heard the phrase 'fund an entire building.' He pointed at Tristan and explained to Christine, saying, "Please let me explain, Ms. Keller. This funding was made by Mr. Keaton on behalf of Ad Astra Inc.

That meant one thing: He translated her truth into something the system would accept more easily. And in translation— Meaning shifts. Aurora stepped back slightly. “So I’m easier to process now,” she said quietly. “Yes,” Elias replied. A pause. “And easier to classify,” she added. “Yes.” Silence. That was the moment everything tilted again. Not betrayal. Not manipulation. Optimization. And optimization always has side effects. Aurora sat down slowly. “I don’t know what version of me they’re seeing anymore,” she said quietly. Elias stepped closer slightly.

They were all telling her that they'd be there but they don't really know when to be there for her. Just like when her cousin Kendal used to tell her that she has got her back. Just like when her only best friend at school said that they will always be friends. Just when Fred said I'll be right here. Where are they? Gone. Kendal gave up on her. The only one whom she considered her best friend found new friends in college and forgot about her. Fred? He's probably seeking the things she could not give him, his needs. Ah fuck needs! "Stop it, Brie," she whispers to herself. "Stop thinking about those people who weren't bothered when they lost you." She sniffed, slight smoke coming from her mout