Novel & Cerita Raw Story

This dіаrу wіll tell thе story of whаt hарреnеd tо mе, Sаrаh Shаw. *Dау Twо: Even in thе ріtѕ оf thіѕ hellhole, there is hope. That’s whаt I hаvе tо hold оn tо. Thіѕ is whу I’m wrіtіng my story hеrе. Thе losers dо not uѕuаllу wrіtе hіѕtоrу; neither dо vісtіmѕ lіkе mе.

There would be nothing left but emptiness. After that, my father never showed up again. One day, Little Zoe came home carrying a letter and a cake. My mother showed me the letter. It contained the address of the house my father had promised, along with a bank card that had two hundred million dollars in it. We did not move there. We never touched a single cent of that money. The following winter, I saw news from Harbor City on television. Rowan Xanders, a prominent entrepreneur, had died at the age of twenty-nine from an old injury.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

He brandished the book he was reading and said to Anna, "Look! Merpeople do exist! Sylvie is a mermaid. She was the one who rescued me from the ocean all those years ago…" "You've lost your mind, Connor." Anna snatched the book and tore out the page that spoke of merpeople before continuing, "Merpeople don't exist! You told me that yourself. You also promised that I'd be the only person you'd ever love. "Do you know that ever since the video of you and Sylvie went viral, I've become a laughingstock in Jewelton? Everyone is mocking me for being deluded and overestimating myself. They all say I'm just Sylvie's substitute!"

When Maria had visited him and told him the story of Talia having a cafe poor boyfriend that she gave up to be with him because of his life. He'd run over to the cafe, but Ethan had left Deventon. He vowed to kill him if he was back, but neither him nor Talia were prepared to have Ethan represent a name that shook meetings. Julian had refused to believe Ethan was the cafe boyfriend, and when Ethan pretended not to know her, he relaxed at the fake truth. But with Talia's change in attitude, doubts seeped in, and finally, Ethan on his hand was no more sitting idle. Trying to claim a prize that Julian Sanderson had already taken home.

This time, Randy didn’t go pale, but his face still showed unspoken shock. My focus was gone, so I ended up spilling my life story. From my old economics major at Westbridge, to getting pregnant and dropping out, to leaving town. I didn’t share everything—you can’t just dump all your trauma on a stranger—but I shared enough. Randy’s eyes turned red. He shook his head. “I… I’m speechless.” “It’s fine. My past is pretty rough.” “No, Sasha. You’re… incredible.” “What? Incredible? How?” I laughed. “Oh shoot! We’re ten minutes over!”

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

They bickered for a while before turning their conversation about their food and other resources that were stolen. I zoned out after that. It’s not like I have knowledge about harvesting raw materials. Being left with my thoughts again, I thought about my near-death experience. I can’t let this happen again! Well, maybe it’s bound to happen some other time. BUT I won’t let this happen without a fight. I should be able to at least defend myself. Yes, that’s right. I need to learn how to fight. Or self-defense. I won’t be a damsel in distress in MY story. As much as it sounds promising to just sit back and let the others fight for me… It really does sound promising.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" She was silent for a second. "Will you listen?" "Of course,I'm here." "He was never a good father. He abandoned my mother and I. I wasn't always like this. My teenage years were just a complete disaster for me. My mom was locked up in a mental asylum, my new grandma was murdered and my stepmother never cared about me. They only needed me when I was to sign some papers. I was all alone, left in my own little shell. I basically cried myself to sleep every night as a teenager. One time, they made a guy approach me intentionally,then he broke me. They made people I trusted turn against me. They made them betrayers. I was always available for their evil scheme until