Mal-entendido Novels & Stories

Silence collapsed. Emma felt the weight of that label forming. Not as truth. But as first draft of definition. Ethan spoke quietly. “…That sounds like a compromise.” Emma responded. “It sounds like the beginning of misunderstanding.” The Observer confirmed. “New classification term proposed: Ambiguous Coherence State.” Silence. Emma felt the system latch onto it immediately. Like something desperate to name what it cannot predict. The Interferer added softly. “Definition accepted for evaluation.” Silence. The structure beyond reality shifted again.

She's having too many thoughts and emotions at the same time that she's almost loosing her mind. She shook her head slightly, returning her focus on the road and that's when she noticed Harry wasn't taking the route to her place. In fact, he had missed the turn. “I think you missed my turn." Gemila said calmly, keeping her gaze on the road. “I didn't." Harry replied dryly. Gemila faced him with a frown. Does he think he knows everything now? He obviously missed her turn except he knows another road that would lead to little Dominican republic.

“ It’s very possible, just hard to attain, “ he huskily said. I could tell from the tone of his voice his mood had gone down. I wonder if it had anything to do with his mother. He slammed the cooler shut and walked away. “ Next time slam it a little harder, “ JJ shouted. Why couldn’t he just shut up sometimes? One day, he was going to say that to the wrong person and get killed. “ So, who do you think would win in a fight? Katherine or Ethan? “ Maya said brushing her ass against JJ’s pants. JJ carefully shooed her away and she sat and pouted on the cooler. “ Ethan, have you seen his muscles? “ Mabel swooned. I had the urge to beat the shit out of her for betraying me. How could everyone thin

"How does your family feels about her?" "They are fine, I suppose." "you suppose? What do you mean by that? I heard about what your mom did, so how come you are not saying anything?" "What happened that night was a mere misunderstanding. I can assure you that such wouldn't happen again." "Should I believe your words?" "You should. I'm known to be a man of my words." "Good." With that being said, everyone kept quiet. I begin to feel discomfort because this is not what I had imagined. And to be honest, Alex isn't helping either with his cold attitude.

"Do you know what your recklessness means to others?" What did it mean to Nancy? "That's none of my concern," Malcolm replied, showing no regard for those people. Bianca remained silent. None of his concern? That was how Malcolm was. He always acted recklessly, regardless of the other person's identity or what they meant to someone else. If he wanted to, he could destroy them in an instant. That was Malcolm Entes, the terrifying presence that made everyone in Simeria tremble with fear. Bianca took a deep breath, unable to suppress the weight in her chest.

I just met him. I showed him my hands and he holds them. "Va a ser mala (It's gonna be bad)." His expression changed "I’m sorry I don’t understand. What did you say?" I asked, concerned He doesn’t take his eyes off my hand "Va a ser mala (It’s gonna be bad)" He repeats I pull my hand from his. He’s acting so weird and it’s kinda scaring me. He lifts his head from gazing down to my face "I don’t belong here." He paused for a moment "Just like you don’t."

I sent a group text. “WE HAVE HER.” Smoothing back her long hair, I leaned close. “Adelaide, can you hear me?” Again her head moved from side to side. “Not real. Not real.” “Oh, amore mio, it’s real.”

My lips trembled as a result of the fake smile I was donning for Henry. “You always get so angry whenever you see him, and he always looks remordpil anytime he sees you.” He explained, to which I furrowed my brows. “Remordpil? What's that?” “He looks sad, as in remordpil,” Henry explained, and my frown deepened which made him sigh. “Mr Edardo always looks sorry, like a puppy when he sees you.” “You mean remorseful?” I made sure, and he nodded. Stifling the urge to chuckle at Henry's cute pronunciation of words, I ruffled his hair. “You caught on quickly, didn't you?”

When it comes to Malachi, I've always had the uncanny ability to interpret everything he says, both verbally and through his minute, small, actions. His tone tells me he’s annoyed, but he came here with an agenda and he’s not going to leave until that has been accomplished, no matter how difficult it might be. His words tell me that he didn’t come here with the belief that he’d meet the Antoinia he knew. His words say he’s accepted that it will, in fact, be a bit difficult, but he still knows, because there’s nothing like hoping with Malachi Finn, only knowing, and his words tell me he knows the Antonia he knows is still under there somewhere.