Pariah Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m telling you. Instead of buying a bunch of junk, you should just buy the best once. Isn’t ‘longtermism’ the trend in the city? Doing it right the first time is better than constantly patching things up.” Her tone was heavy with the weary air of a martyr and so full of unearned wisdom. “Patrick doesn’t make much; he can’t help us. And you live so far away; your help is always barely enough. If we had a pension, we could spend our own money. If there were extras, we could even help you and Patrick. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

dius answered for her “torture..” “fear...” the group said back and forth gasping “did i give that impression?” parisa asked eyes wide “im afraid so” dius said Parisa's eyes blinked as tears came to her eyes she watched as blood trailed down the womans face “oh... its been so long since i felt shame and sadness” parisa said “yes her blood works fast” dius said “you will all feel by the end of the day since you have my blood as well” dius said

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

Lydia watches the young princess who only puts interest in observing her surroundings with her beautiful yet lifeless eyes. "Call me by my name, we are here to hide. Here I am not a princess, I am nothing but a refugee." After those few words, Morrigan put her hood up and walked past her. Walking along with the crowd of people in the busy streets. Lydia watches her from a safe distance. Ever since Morrigan woke up from her nightmare she didn't dare close her eyes even a blink, she stares at the horizon aimlessly lost in her thoughts, and even with Lydia's persuasion for her to open about what she truly feels, Morrigan refuses to say a single word. And by the time they stepped into a foreign

“Isla Hart: Survivor, Advocate, Force” The city was alive with reactions, citizens celebrating the collapse of a system long corrupted, inspired by the courage of one woman who refused to stay broken. I allowed myself a final glance at the feeds before turning away, meeting Isla’s gaze. “This is only the beginning. But for now, he is isolated, and that is enough.”

she responds. Sheep?! Sheep?! “Sheep?” “Yes, sheep. Baaah.” “What do you mean?” I ask, slightly insulted. “Well, most packs have the same mentality, same behavior. Anyone who thinks in opposition to the pack on a subject or behaves in a manner different from others is instantly labeled a pariah, an outsider, a loser. And then tormented until they have to leave or are kicked out or worse, killed.” “Is that what happens to you?” “What?”

"I'm not alone. I'm just giving my friend some space so he can have some privacy." "Oh, so you're with those fags?" He chuckled. What the fuck? I was stunned. I hadn't heard that term in so long; it was definitely outdated and I couldn't help but put this guy in his place. For the first time I turned to look him right in the eyes. "Excuse me? It's 2021, asshole. Don't fucking use that term. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go dance with my friends." I made it a point to leave the drink that he bought me sitting on the bar. I would just get a drink later on; it wasn't worth talking with him any longer. It stunned me how people could be so ignorant.

I realized that, that night was really long, because I had five men to please and little to no breaths to breathe. But even if I died that night, I don’t think they would’ve let me go. Animals eat their prey, dead or alive, a prey is a prey. “Let me go…” Was all I could say, my mind didn’t give me the power to think anything other than that. This momentary illusion, I thought I’d wake up from it but I found myself living it. That illusion became my life, when I first entered inside this hell, a brothel called ‘Paradiso’ another illusion because it turns out to be a club…

“Mo-m, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to disappoint you and my father. I know that you have so many good plans for me, you even urged me to have an arranged marriage to the son of our business partner but.. I can’t do that Mom, I’m sorry.” My tears are racing to fall from my eyes as I speak out my thoughts but my mother is getting angrier at me, “Do you want to disgrace our family specially your parents? Your dad is a well known businessman. He’s always in front of news headlines, interviews and more. What if the media will know about this huh? What are they gonna say about us to our family? That my decent, refined and successful business woman daughter is a disgrace to our family that loves the

so what avi broke up with you but he again came back to you because he felt pity everyone is caring you not because of love its because of pure pity that's it the truth of your life I hope you can understand to choose what is best for you and avi bye SUHA POV by saying these she left but here iam broken what is this is it truth why everyone hided from me why anyone never told anything to me is it because they pity me why my mom gave birth to me why god why did you hate me this much now why should I be alive iam a sinful child my father hated me my mom died then why me what is the use of me being alive why I became burden to everyone because of me even mithuna mom life spoiled I don't even ha