Realistic Novelas e Histórias

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I wish Morgan could tell her heart that she likes Heather and they can be together. “The heart is just an organ. You just need time to figure out what you want. "Oh! You and your insensitive philosophy. Don't you get tired of being so pessimistic? —I am not a pessimist, I am a realist and you are a dreamer who believes that the heart will guide you all your life towards love. "That's why you haven't fucked Thomas yet, because you're so bitter." —I didn't fuck Thomas because I didn't want to. Yes of course.

Celestin opened her eyes and got up from bed without any expression. She went straight into the mirror, just a few steps across her bed, and look at her young reflection. A pale-faced woman appeared before her, with gray hair like ashes from a fireplace and eyes like ice, clear yet cold. "I'm 18 again. How nice." She sarcastically smirked after. Celestin always regresses at the age of 18, just three years before her supposed death. 'I have no time for this. I must continue where I left off.'

KATRINA "I wish, we can be like this forever." She said wholeheartedly. "Bitch, forever does not exist. Dream on!" "You really know how to ruin the good atmosphere, Kat!" "I'm just saying the truth, Tina." "What truth? That forever doesn't exist? You know what? If forever really does not exist it shouldn't be in the dictionary in the first place." "Dictionary has it but people don't have it." I said in contrary and rolled my eyes.

Only thing we need to be very careful is not having any contact with dangerous wild animals, not a very good idea to hang out with them. 'Hey Noah come here it's your time to take pictures of the area' David called out to him. David was a good looking guy his honey colour hairs with hazel eyes really suited his personality. His features were also attractive and the best factor was his height no wonder Emily might be attracted to him. 'On it... give me a second' Noah answered taking out his camera Trisha also stood beside him. They are really getting closer, how come I never noticed they were a thing.

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

I closed my eyes, feeling my hands shaking against the plastic cover on the table. How can you kill a man with one punch?

"We'll have someone you can talk to in a bit, don't worry." Lorenzo shook his head, "It-No, no, no. This-it was real. I know it was real." The detective led Bonnie and Aretha out the room. "Bonnie, tell them! We-you-us. We were happy. Bonnie!!" He screamed but the doctor had already injected him with something to calm him down. It wasn't real It wasn't real All of it It was just a dream. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!" end. ***

Mariselle said thoughtfully, “that’s either remarkably foolish or remarkably brave. Possibly both.” She tilted her head, studying Loren’s expression. “Was he handsome?” “That is entirely beside the point.” “Ah.” Mariselle’s smile was small but knowing. “So, he was handsome.” “I did not assess his physical appearance,” Loren replied with the stiff dignity of someone who was clearly lying and knew it. “Mm.” Mariselle twirled a loose ringlet between her fingers. “Tall?” “Mariselle.” “Dark hair? Light eyes? Did he look like he could lift heavy things without assistance?”