Misfortune Novel Novels & Stories

Erthan that his wife went home so don’t wait over her “But ma’am Mr. Erthan already left with Miss Hadid “ he said quietly “Ohh…okay thank u “ I said embarrassed I called a cab and gave him the address of mention a, for a point, I was crying I felt embarrassed It’s been more than three weeks and not a single call from my mom nor from that gold-digger of a brother I cried silently right now I really don’t want to go back to the mansion He doesn’t respect me and expects that I will respect him But what can I do? I was sold to him. He just wanted to make me embarrassed first in front of that pervert Rob and now in front of the security guard and everyone who left alone When I reached the mansi

Misfortune was befalling her, to the point that she had to sleep on the ground with the mega roof. Her name is Fisya Jazira, a girl who is having the misfortune of living because she has been betrayed by the person she has trusted—Dean Brasta, her own fiancé who is now somewhere else. The man sold the apartment they had secretly bought together. Not only that, Dean also drained the contents of their savings and all of Fisya's money was there. Now, she has to bear the consequences and is stranded on the streets, penniless and without food. Her stomach has asked to be filled, even now she feels sick because since this morning no food has entered her stomach.

Now we realized her premonition is really inevitable. I sigh, I am honestly frustrated. I have tried reaching out to them,I have had people in search of them yet it proved futile. I hate to admit it but Beatrice ruined us. She is the reason we are where we are. She let her anger and jealousy get the best of her and we are all paying for it. "Please moon goddess. Help us", I beg and bow my head. "Please. Innocent people are dying and are yet to die. Please. Help us. Help your children", I end and I hear a soft cry for help.

Tragedy had struck, leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill. It all began when Alex received a call from an unknown number. The voice on the other end was frantic, pleading for help. It was Sarah, our dear friend who had become entangled in the dangerous web of Johnson's deceit. She revealed that Johnson had orchestrated a plot to destroy Alex's wayhouse and underground drug markets. He had used Sarah as a pawn to distract us, while he executed his sinister plan. With a mixture of anger and determination, Alex and I rallied our resources and assembled a team to thwart Johnson's scheme. The stakes were high, and the danger loomed over us like a dark cloud. But our love and the bond we s

I said softly, and his eyes darkened. "I clearly told you not to. Girls like her—" "Like her? Vincent, she's trying to survive. To be honest, if I'm not where I am now, I would probably try and think of doing the same thing that she did. It's not her fault. She came from a poor family without connections. Where would she ever be in life?" I said and paused, seeing Vincent's eyes had already turned dark. "You are different," he said, and I sighed. "I'm not. If I was in her shoes, I might do the same. That's not because I am a whore, but because I fvcking need to survive," I replied, and he scoffed under his breath.

Vivian actually laughed from sheer disbelief and immediately pulled out another document. "Wasn't it you who insisted Mom go out in the rain to pick up your child, which caused her to slip and fall? Have you forgotten? A kind passerby called the police at the time. The official report clearly states: 'Accidental fall due to personal circumstances.' "Oh, and when Mom was hospitalized after that fall, the total cost came to 100,000 dollars. You didn't pay a single cent." As the crowd studied the documents, they began to piece together what had really happened.

“Stop reading that. The doctors here know better than any dodgy internet site. Dr. Grant said it can’t be kept, so there’s no room for negotiation.” A shadow lingered on Adora’s face. Almost to herself, she murmured, “Why does misfortune keep finding me…” She didn’t understand. It wasn’t like she’d done anything cruel or unforgivable. Ruby’s death had been her own doing—it had nothing to do with her, right? So why was fate punishing her? Louis saw the tears welling in her eyes and quietly pulled a tissue, gently wiping her face. “The bad luck is over. Look at it this way—you survived that fall from the eighth floor. Maybe it was because of this child. Maybe he took the fall for you.”

she queried Claire, and the lady could only wave her hand, in denial of what happened. “Just don’t mind it, Ma’am, where should I go by the way?” She was apologetic, even though deep inside, she was angered. Why does she have to go through all of these hardships? In her past life, she never had a decent job and just hopped from one hobby to another, not caring for the expenses. However, in this novel’s setting, she is destined to experience famine and poverty before reaching the highest peak, becoming the wife of Azrael Execroz.

"if only he looked back, he would've seen how hurt Justin felt after being called slut by the only man he has ever loved BOOK 2 Spoiled billionaire's innocent Bride.* completed * LINK -https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000002120 PREVIEW she works in a fancy restaurant, but that's the only chic thing in her life, poverty hit her the moment her parents died leaving nothing to her, and her Grandfather soon passed away leaving debts for her to pay.Anna worked in double periods to pay the bills of her tiny apartment, and with much effort pay her economy college.she was managing to do well on her own, and all she wanted was her diploma to work on a job of her dreamsVernon a rich Hair bully he

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.