Sad Short Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

“You have so many great people around you, helping you.” “I’ve had better,” Sidney said, dryly. She didn’t have to look at Adam to see his face fall. “I know you have.” He pressed his mouth to her hair. “I’m sorry,” Sidney said again. “I know I’m being depressed and contradictory. It just hurts so much. I loved her. I cannot deal with her being gone. And Savannah—” Sidney could barely say her name. “Kendra was such a good mother. Savannah deserved to have her mother. What is she going to do now?”

The girl, probably called Sades, starts, "I was so. Fucking. Close! But the guys who assaulted Georgia are on that same street like we are destined to meet, and shit and, well, hell breaks loose! If I got to be honest, I'd rather die in a trash container than be assaulted by them. I, myself, am self-certified trash, and I just met my cousins." "Well, if I got to be honest," The guy beside me, the one with the hoodie, jumped into the conversation. "I can imagine you talking to the trash bags." "Because I do?" Sades said. "You don't have to imagine shit, Austin. Imagining leads to you not knowing me that well. Instead, you should just think I do it." "Yeah, Aust! You don't know shit about Sadi

Nai: “You okay there Naraja? You're lookin’ a little sad n’ wonky in the face. You okay? You okay?” Naraja: “I hear you! I hear you! Geez! First of all, who the hell says ‘sad ‘n wonky’ in the same sentence and I’m alright, I’m alright my face just tends to do this, don't worry about it too much, k.” Nai: “Hmmm, if y’a say so but if there’s something bothering you, just say so.” Naraja: “Aah, ‘just say so’, huh. I’ll keep that in mind in the back of my mind as a mental tab...”

Xoan responded, trying to be gentle yet firm. Holding back tears, Sadie retorted, "I know you might not like me now, but what does that matter? You'll grow fond of me again someday, right?" "That will never happen. We're over, and there's no turning back." Xoan sighed, attempting to let her down gently. "You should move on and find your happiness." "I can't believe it! I can't believe you've lost all feelings for me," Sadie said, tears streaming down her face.

It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire. I was still pinned against the cold stone of the catacombs, my body trembling in the aftermath of a passion that had turned into a death trap. The black smoke of the King of Sorrows was still curled in my lungs, tasting like soot and old blood. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a frost-covered hand, struggling to beat against the crushing weight of the entity now occupying my husband’s skin.

"No. I do not care anymore, because it does not make a fucking difference. Nothing ever does with us." "Yeah, you have made it totally clear that you do not care about me at all," Joe says, and his tone sounds very bitter and sad. Michael's shirt falls completely open, exposing his chest, and he raises a dark brow at his mate. "What is that supposed to mean, pup?"

A few minutes alone will give me a chance to scrape up my last surviving brain cells. “S-sure. Okay.” Cheeks pink, Sadie wobbles out of the pop-up bar. She doesn’t look back at me.

He moved his gaze from the road and laid it upon me, making my heart beat so fast. “You want to die by getting raped and killed, huh? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He was so mad. I didn’t want to say something that would make him angrier, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me—it was written all over his face. “I finally understand how you got your ass mixed up with Smash, you make decisions without thinking. Maybe you enjoyed being captured by Smash.” What he said broke my heart. He was so insensitive. I understood that he was mad at me, but he was very rude. I silently cried; it was hard to control my tears.

She choked out, she was running out of breath "I'm sorry I didn't believe you, I'm sorry I let you down" She said, reaching out her bloody hand to touch his face. She wiped his tears, she couldn't bare to see him like this, especially when it was because of her. She was running out of breath, she was tired, she just wanted to sleep. She finally closed her eyes, taking her last breath in his arms. "No! Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hadn't confessed sooner" He mumbled, his lips trembling, but he knew she was gone... he wasn't in time.