Sad Eyes On My Block Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mads came around the breakfast counter and gave Gaia a tight hug. Gaia unleashed her sadness and sobbed as Mads held her. “I understand you love Bash. And I also understand, love like that doesn’t fade away overnight. But you can’t stay locked in this game he’s playing with you. Oliver really cares about you. Give him a real shot. Or try to. Let’s meet him tomorrow at the beach. The fresh air and sun will do you good, and we’ll get to see his hot body shirtless.” Mads smirked.

My mother’s eyes tore to him, and the smile fell off his face. “I kind of miss it,” Uncle Stephan said, before sipping from the glass of water. “I just kind of feel empty.” Yeah. Yeah. He wasn’t the only one feeling empty here—I was. I wanted to feel sympathetic but it was kind of hard when all I could think of was getting fucked by him. My father smiled at him, his gaze filled with sympathy. “It’s understandable, I mean you’ve been with her for over twenty years.” He turned to my mother. “I can’t imagine my life with Sarah.”

Sadie's meticulously applied makeup was marred by her tears, giving her the appearance of a disheveled mess. "Yaslyn," Sadie whispered, "you're kind-hearted, aren't you?" Yaslyn chuckled, her lips curled in disdain as she pulled away. "You leave me be, I leave you be. I never claimed to be kind-hearted." From Yaslyn's words, Sadie realized the bleak truth—she was not going to be let off easily. Resigned, she sat on the ground, silent tears streaking her face. Fear had gripped her heart. She could not predict what would happen next. All she knew was that she was doomed.

CHAPTER 14 LARA’S POV The next morning felt… wrong. Not loud wrong. Not dramatic wrong. Just that quiet heaviness in my chest that made everything feel slightly out of place. I barely slept. Sadie had already left for work, leaving behind a sticky note on my fridge: “Don’t cry again. Eat. I’ll come later.” I stared at it for a few seconds. Then smiled faintly. At least someone in my life still knew how to care without questioning my integrity first.

Let them praise you, ruin you, and worship you exactly the way you crave. CHAPTER one: ••• “Dad, you can’t possibly be serious right now! Please tell me this is a lie,” Sadie cried into her phone, her eyes watery with unshed tears. She felt like she could barely breathe and was numb all over; she hoped this was all a dream. Her hands were almost pale white, clinging to the grimy three-year-old phone in a tight grip. She was barely making enough to replace the cracked screen after it had met with horrid accidents ever since she began fending for herself with part-time jobs.

[Don't show up at the music fest or else…] I unfollowed him and blocked him. I smirked as I watched Sadie from under the bed, trying to win over her viewers. She was still caught up in the live stream fun. Anyone who called her gross or ugly got blocked and booted by the chat moderator. Sadie saw herself as a unique beauty. Then, a guy in the chat gave her a challenge. [Sadie, honey, if you act like a bear crawling, I'll send you five gifts.] Her eyes sparkled, and she started right away.

Maybe because I already had a gut feeling, and I wasn’t sure I wanted it confirmed just yet. Instead, I typed, ‘Well. Enjoy your definitely-not-date. Let me know if he’s hot and. Or insane.’ Sadie replied a beat later. ‘If he’s hot and insane, I’m blaming you. You definitely set a trend and attract more of those kinds.’ ‘You’re welcome.’ ‘Wish me luck, Rainey.’ ‘Good luck, girl. And text me if he tries to sell you crypto or stares too long without blinking.’ She sent a thumbs up emoji. Then, ‘I’ll text when I get there. Pinky swear.’

*****************************Etian's POV******************** The night had been brutal. Restless. My mind refused to shut down, rerunning that damn rooftop footage over and over like some broken record. By the time morning clawed its way through my blinds, I was already on my second cup of black coffee, staring at the laptop screen with bloodshot eyes. Something was off. I felt it in my bones. Sadie hadn’t just fallen. Someone wanted it to look that way. I leaned back in the battered chair, rubbing a hand over my face. The grainy footage played again—Sadie standing at the edge, hair whipping in the wind, the city lights blurring behind her. Then, in the next frame—nothing. Just air and darkn

“I assumed you had already left. In fact, I wished you had.” He let out a short, sharp breath that wasn't quite a laugh. “I tried calling you, but I couldn't reach you,” he said calmly, though his eyes were searching mine, looking for the crack in the armor. A sudden realization hit me. My phone. I had blocked his number weeks ago during one of our silent wars and hadn't bothered to unblock it when I got home. The girl finally pulled back from him, her face flushed and blotchy. It was her. Bella Levert. A socialite with more pedigree than brains and a long-standing obsession with my husband. She looked at me with a mixture of terror and pure, unadulterated loathing.

It seemed like Vivian was a pearl in his eyes, and I was just a pile of dirt. What glamorous, high-society Mrs. Lane am I? I was nothing but a puppet on strings. I could not even protect my own child with Tyler!