Novel & Cerita Remnant Of The Past

Lalong lumala ang nararamdaman ko. Kailangan ko munang magisip-isip ng mabuti. Hating-hati ako ngayon, half of me want to risk, love and fight all odds. But half of me won’t risk it kasi ang kapalit ay napakalaki. Sobrang laki na hindi ko kayang bayaran ni buhay ko. I think, when his mother said that I was a gold digger, that was partly true. And now, I’ve dragged him to my problem. I shouldn’t have done this. It’s all my fault.

Actually, the storm is not bad, after it passes, it still leaves you with a little bit called a remnant. If you look at it from many angles and welcome it, it will no longer be a redundant, useless thing, it will turn into something worth cherishing, something that no matter how much money you have, you can't buy and sell or exchange, that is "sincere affection". The End

Someone who knows exactly what he had passed through. The silence lingered. Isabella and Kunle exchanged glances. They were having issues with Jordan still lost in his world, only being dutiful. And here is Tina, talking like Jordan. Seems these two would make a great pair as friends. Isabella stood up and went to stand beside Tina, she placed her hands on her shoulders and gave it a soft squeeze. " That's one of those things in this life. But we can't keep living in the past, please don't say that again…" she coaxed.

The Central Park where I spent a great day with Easton the other day " You are doing good. Now throw this energy ball on this portal and then fire it up." " What? Isn't going to hurt the people inside of the portal at the Central Park?" I ask confused. " The portal you just opened is a memory.Not the real place because only a happy memory of yours is capable of opening the gate." he replied. " I rememer this memory because it is ours." Easton announced with a smile on his face and I smiled back at him then concentrated on the open portal. I did exactly Colton aksed me to do when all of a sudden the whole portal began to burn and began to change into dull black. I looked at it burn into ashes

He thought: what remains is everything. He thought: the hard years and the wasted years and the manufactured distances and the genuine failures and the Edinburgh anniversary call read by four people who wanted to profit from it — all of that was behind them. On the record. Processed. Filed in the past where the past belonged. And what remained: the house and the garden and the bread and the watch and the dahlias and the list with its thirteen items and the Ridgeway and the Dolomites and Grace James's marmalade on the kitchen shelf and Celestine Brandt's dinner invitation and Helen Marsh's specific nod of approval and Patricia Osei's September booking and Andrew Sutton's eleven years of insti

The cliffside ruins stood quietly beneath a bruised evening sky, the wind pulling at the tall grass and sending shivers through the cracked stones. Time had softened the jagged edges; moss climbed over fallen pillars, and wildflowers bloomed where warriors once stood guard. The ruins were now a skeleton of memory—the outline of the old den, a half-collapsed hearth, and the echo of voices long gone.

The past wasn’t done with them. Not yet.

**** earlier when Jimboy’s body reached its limit, everything in his past suddenly flashed back in his mind every little detail in his past can be seen when he was a child, he loves playing with a sword and tried to study the art of the sword he was too happy when he learns how to use it, but in this world who mocks other people for being different, he slowly leaves his love for the sword and found his new passion in dancing Every move he takes was full of happiness, he loves dancing but in the back of his mind. He also loves the sword, and the moment came and he successfully can use it to slay the zombies. but in this world, can he still dance? loving one of his hobbies will lead to the oth

He took out a cheque and signed it. ** Kai kept his eyes staring at the boring ceiling of his room. It has been hours since he laid on the mattress yet he still couldn't fall into a slumber that he's been desiring. "Fuck," He muttered. "Let me fucking sleep," His bruise is hurting. He couldn't stop thinking. Everything that happened that day played his brain like a broken disc. The way his father insulted and hurt him felt like deja vu, for a million times now. "You're hurt? By him again? You're a man and you're being fragile? Humiliating," Kai talks to himself.