Novel & Cerita Misfits Like Us

Chapter 1: ENGAGEMENT That one mistake changed my life. If he didn't save my dignity from those lusty men that night and make love to me I am not in this situation. I, Caroline Steve, engaged with my childhood friend, Harry Brown. But that one mistake changed everything. I lost my friend, my family, my dignity and now I have a baby in my womb of that man whom I don't even know the name of. Hope I shall be able to meet him soon. He is my only hope. On my marriage day, I came to know that I'm pregnant. I cannot spoil Harry’s life. However, I told him everything. But this rejection hurt his ego. He left no opportunity unturn to humiliate me in front of all people and broke the marriage proving

Walked to the small window. The city stretched beneath us, indifferent and oblivious. “I am her brother, you know,” I murmured. “Adopted, stupid, and young, I didn’t know what to do with the way I felt.” Mia’s voice softened almost. “You’re not the only one who’s ever been told their feelings are wrong.” Louisa twirled a ring on her finger. “We’re all misfits in this war, but misfits with focus can burn kingdoms down.”

Perhaps, because I had finally let go, my spirit began to fade. In the end, under the sunlight, I dissolved into countless shimmering fragments. If there was a next life, I wanted to be like a sunflower, radiant and free from worries.

"The 'White Man'... he said we were a mistake. Are we?" "We are the Beautiful Mistake, Hope," I said, walking toward them and kneeling in the snow. I took her hands in mine, ignoring the static that bit at my palms. "The West wants a world where nothing ever breaks. But if nothing breaks, nothing ever grows. We are the 'Too Much' energy that keeps the world from turning into a stone."

Maya stood in the center of the school gymnasium, surrounded by mirrors, mats, and too many unfamiliar faces. Her reflection blinked back at her—ponytailed, polished, and painfully out of place. The sharp squeak of sneakers and booming bass of the speakers echoed off the gym walls. The other cheerleaders chatted effortlessly, most of them girls who had been in the squad for years. They tossed their hair, laughed at inside jokes, and eyed Maya like she was a new exhibit in a zoo—something to be studied, maybe tolerated, but never fully accepted.

Just wait, everything will be okay Even when you're feeling like it's going down in flames Oh, people like us we've gotta stick together Keep your head up nothing lasts forever Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh We are all misfits living in a world on fire Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh You've just gotta turn it up loud when the flames get higher Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us They can't do nothing to you, they can't do nothing to me This is the life that we choose, this is the life that we

He's our youngest. ----- This bonding with him is a good start so that we can get along better. Using my car, we did the sound trip. We enjoy the songs of one of the famous band in the world. We were drinking beer in cans while talking. Well, Lihiro talks more since I'm driving. On my part, l just share with him the women I dated way back in college. "Good thing, you don't have HIV, brother." He commented while laughing. I admit that I was a bit influenced by the gang back in my teenage days, but I managed my studies well. So bedding women was part of my youth.

I don't dare turn or I'll be the subject of conversation, I know this from a harsh experience that happened early last year when i just became a little popular. We had just finished a scene whwn they came to me as i was getting made up for a dancing scene. They sent out the makeup artist like secondary school groupies and shut the door to the dressing room firmly. "Whom did you sleep with to get this role!" It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I could not even say otherwise as I knew they'd beat me, so I saucily answered, "If you knew would you sleep with them too?" They stared at me shocked and I giggled. I've earned the reputation of slut ever since. This doesn't mean that they don't

It was a place designed for intimacy and discretion, far from the prying lenses of the paparazzi who now camped outside their apartment building. They talked about everything but the hospital, the BPD, or the fake engagement. They discussed books—Anna's love for existential philosophy, Dylan's unexpected passion for historical biographies. They argued over music—Anna's preference for classical cello, Dylan's taste for aggressive, early 2000s rock.