Rastros De Mentiras Novels & Stories

"I thought, iba ang trabaho niya..." "And pinaghihinalaan din ng mga pulis na maaring nagtata-trabaho siya sa sindikatong kalaban ng agency... " Patuloy niya. Humigpit ang pagkakahawak ko sa kutsara. "Kung ganoon, matagal na pala siyang nagma-maskara." Natawa ako ng mapakla. "Hindi ko akalain na ang minsang naging parti ng kabataan ko ay isa palang masamang tao. World and the lies." Umiling ako. All this time she's deceiving us, her parents who trusted her so much, and me, who believes her that she's a good deed but we're all wrong. She's not.

Gerald Handsome: Yes. Miss Rara: Gerald, Rara wants strawberry. Gerald Handsome: strawberry. Miss Rara: 🤬🤬🤬🤬 .. Gerald, Rara wants real strawberries😭😭 Gerald Handsome: buy it. Miss Rara: Gerald mother already knew what Rara was lying🙄🙄 Gerald Handsome: So? Miss Rara: My mother slapped me 😭😭😭. Gerald Handsome: Oh my.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

The hum of the music rising in her chest. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she was pretending to belong. She just… did. And somewhere inside her—under the layers of stolen memories and silent grief—Aurora felt the first bloom of something dangerous and sweet. Hope. Later on the night had settled heavy over Las Vegas by the time the final curtain dropped. The applause was long gone, replaced by the hush that followed every storm. Even La Rosa Muerta—usually humming with after-hours life—had fallen into a rare, deep silence. Somewhere in the building, a vacuum hummed softly. Distant laughter floated from the dancers’ lounge. But in Aurora’s small studio, the stillness fe

Hoping he'd be able to make me horny. For once. "You said you want us to make this work. Why are you not tearing off my pants?" He whispered. He tried slipping his hand into my shorts but I held his hand. "I... I am on vagina suppository. I took this uhhh ... Herbal tea for body slimming and it messed with my pH balance." I lied skillfully. "Oh." He jumped out of the bed without a second thought. So much for wanting me badly. Forcing a smile and a 'sorry', I sat up.

Rachel's expression was a mix of compassion and determination. "Sofia, you need to talk to Mira," Rachel said firmly but gently. "You need to face whatever happened and work through it together. Avoiding her isn't going to make things better." Sofia nodded slowly, the tears still streaming down her face. She knew Rachel was right. She needed to face her fears and talk to Mira. Sofia maintained her facade of guilt, careful not to reveal her true feelings. She didn't want her friends to suspect the truth about her actions towards Mira. Sofia's eyes welled up with fake tears, and she sniffled, playing the part of the remorseful friend to perfection.

"P-please, Master Romario, have mercy..." Romario's voice was menacing. "Mercy? You want mercy? You'll get mercy when you tell the truth! Now, confess!what do you know about the accusations against Allison?" Rosita's eyes welled up with tears as she crumbled under the pressure. "I... I framed her, Master Romario. I..." Suddenly, Romario's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through Rosita. "Who told you to do it, Rosita? Who is behind this treachery?"