Mis Historias Novels & Stories

Her heart raced with curiosity as she read the mysterious messages, her fingers trembling slightly against the screen. "Happy Birthday Redhead," the first message read, causing a shiver of uncertainty to run down her spine. Her nickname, known to only a few close friends, now appeared in a message from an unknown sender. Who could know such a personal detail, and why were they reaching out to her now?

“Adrian can get ahead of it. Statements confirming the divorce predates any public appearance, timestamps on the filing, if it comes to that. The truth actually works in our favor here, the papers being filed before any of this happened is the entire point.” I paused for a second “who’s Adrian?” “My personal assistant” I nodded, taking notes,“The truth doesn’t matter once people decide on a story they like better,” I said. “I’ve watched people build entire cases on inference instead of fact. It doesn’t matter what’s true. It matters what’s convenient to believe.” He was quiet for a moment, studying me like he was recalibrating something.

My eyes glanced around for possible eyes lurking, but the coast appeared clear. Cam’s voice echoed from the other end, and I could hear the sound of his fingers tapping on the keyboard. “Yeah. A little dirt on Mrs. Harrington.” I hated that she had that name—a name that was mine for three years before she showed her filthy face. I swallowed my anger, feeling it burn my cheeks while I forced my subsequent words out. “Tell me. What did you find?” “Something interesting. Do you happen to know anyone with the name Darren Sterling?”

Jenny realized that whoever that guy is killing people knows the history which means he is someone who wants to repeat the things which have already happened in the past but he also wants to make people realize the old suffering, might be a mad or a psycho. She read and read several times, searched and searched a lot of the data from the internet as well as books. All the things were in front of her and the only thing that was missing was only that person who's behind all this trouble. (While studying all the stuff she fell asleep). Well, her efforts remind me of someone's good words and I want to share with you, 'What is history? It's someone's deed, someone's desire or maybe destiny. But a

Common slave? "She is your mate" Jairus said calmly. "And so is Catalina" oh.. this was his dead mate's room. I had no idea. "Who has been dead for over four hundred years" the sickening sound of a bone cracking resonated the room. Thane had punched Jairus.

--- At lunch I sat with Mavira and kept my voice low. "The woman Kael brought in," I said. "Eryndra. What does she actually do?" Mavira dipped her bread in her soup. "She reads old texts. Bloodline records, ancient pack law, things that go back centuries. Kael uses her when he needs answers nobody alive can give him." "What's she looking for now?"

He took my right away to tell him the trauma of my past when I was ready. As the hot water hit my body, memories flooded my mind of the day I lost my parents when they ex-communicated me several years ago for coming out gay. The day I stood in tears at my grandfather's door as he accepted me into his home. The worst memory of them all was the day I lost my grandfather to lung cancer. I felt emotions coming up again before I ran to the toilet and threw up again. I felt his hands on my waist before he said sheepishly, "Let me help you to bed."

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.

“It seemed like the right thing to bring. I don’t know why.” I looked down at the lighthouse on the cover. Then back at him. “Thank you,” I said. And I meant it in the way you mean something when words are not quite big enough for it but they are what you have. He stayed for forty minutes. We did not talk about the business. We did not talk about the contract or the mentorship structure or any of it. He told me about the first company he had tried to build, before Vale Enterprises, the one that had failed so completely he had to borrow money to cover three months of rent afterward, and the way he said it was matter-of-fact, no drama, no performance of humility, just a man telling a true stor

Saira said. "Socio." He snorted derisively. "Tell me a good story." She muttered. "Romance, horror, Sci - Fi. Take your pick." "Romance of course." She chuckled. "Tell me about... Us." "Okay." He grinned. "Once upon a time in a kingdom far away, there lived a beautiful woman whom everyone knew as Azuka the warrior Princess." "I like that one." She smiled. "She was... every man's dream woman and one man thought himself lucky to be her beloved but that relationship wasn't meant to be because she'd been destined for another by the gods."