Not Everything Is As It Seems Mga Nobela at Kwento

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are a work of fiction and only a product of my imagination. Enjoy reading! ------ Did you ever wonder when will be your last day living in this world? What will be the last word you will say to your loved ones, who will be the last person that you will see at your last moment. It's either a doctor or a person who will bring an end to you?

“Have you ever been somewhere where you feel like… everything is already decided?” She frowned slightly. “What do you mean?” “Like no matter what you do, it’s already been accounted for.” “That sounds insane.” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “It does.” There was a pause. A long one. Then Zoey leaned back slightly. Studying me differently now. Not just worried. Thinking. “You’re not telling me everything.” “That’s because I don’t have everything.” “That’s not the same thing.” “It kind of is.” “No, it’s not.”

He took off his shades, having his unnatural eyes stare down at her with a slow blink. She stared at him in disbelief. Now she was fully convinced that she was crazy. But it was too late, she was already hyperventilating, everything becoming hazy in her eyes. Her vision couldn't concentrate on anything. She was choking, her chest feeling tight. Everything was becoming blurry as a huge wave of shock and panic hit her before it all became white.

"You saw it? Alfie, everything you see is not what you imagine. It was a misunderstanding, it didn't happen that way." "Then what?" Alfie's question confused Amelie again. But it didn't change her expression, which was still flat.

That’s how I know it’s working. They say obsession is a sickness. I say it’s clarity. The more I watch, the more I understand. People lie. Constantly. They pretend to care. They pretend to be kind. But under it all, they’re selfish and fake and weak. Rotten. Rotten like River. Rotten like Daniel. I’m not the villain here. I’m just the one holding the mirror. No one suspects me. No one watches me. That’s how this works. You don’t hide in shadows.

** "It's not what it looks like." Are the first words that come out of mouth. Of course Beth and Paul aren't going to believe that. I mean who would—Sebastian Harrison is standing in the closet of my room, holding his shirt and shoe in his hands, and they're supposed to believe that it's "not what it looks like?" "It really isn't," Sebastian adds. "I know it's hard to believe me out of all people but it isn't what it looks like."

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” “I’m really sorry Ms. Sullivan.” My mom had tears in her eyes and took a deep breath, she was upset, I could understand why. I have just been put in the worst scenario ever, framed for murder. How could this happen to me? I have never done a single bad thing in my life, now I might go to jail, for something that I didn’t even do. No, this is not how my life is going to end. I’m going to find who did this, and when I do, they’ll wish they never messed with a Sullivan.

In all my life, I had never seen someone slander another so brazenly. Despite my generally good reputation among the neighbors, Debbie's inflammatory words were starting to sway some of them. "Tsk, tsk. Who would've thought that Belle would be involved in something like this," one neighbor muttered. "You can't judge a book by its cover. She looks so refined, but who knew she was so rotten inside?" another added. "I always said there was something off about her. How could a woman from such a powerful family stay home playing the housewife? There's definitely more to the story," someone chimed in.

A heavy, silent tension filled the air, almost as if the world was holding its breath. Autumn Winters felt it more than anyone else. There was a tingling on her skin and a deep sense that something was about to go wrong. Why was she the only one who noticed? While everything around her seemed to fall apart quietly, everyone else acted as if nothing was wrong, or maybe they just chose not to see it. Autumn understood; it’s easier to pretend trouble isn’t there, to hope that if we don’t talk about our fears, they’ll disappear. She kept her worries to herself, watching her family and friends look away from the truth. But when reality finally forced itself on them, it caught Autumn and everyone

Sutton Ashford can not be caught in some scandalous costume even if it wasn’t slutty the media will find a way to spin it. We continue on our way to the party. Which when we get there it’s the same old same old but everyone is in costume. We get to pretend, put on masks for the day. I grab Kingston and I both waters as we find a place to stand which is hard since every spot is filled with people already. I know something is off with him but if I bring it up I have no idea how he’ll react. I love him but we haven’t ever really fought. Some minor disagreements about simple things who’s paying, who does the dishes but nothing serious.