Novel & Cerita Sans Disbelief

Her dark brown eyes sparkle complimenting her fair complexion that glows when she exudes gracefully. "Is she the strange faceless girl in my dreams? No, it can't be her. She and the girl in my dream are different. But what if they are just the same? Get your grasp Martin, you are the powerful courageous Lord in this tribe, no one could ever make you feel dumb and powerless. But why do my feet shake and anxiousness is dominating my wholeness?" Martin's gut feeling can never be wrong, even when everything is out of his control.

don't really care 'bout everything. ***

His mind was exploding, not with the fact that she went there but because she is trying to hid that with him. “I thought you will say something to Andreu like you said to Matt. I didn’t wanted any stupid fight” “So you will not tell me about it? Babi you know that I like you and I can sense that you also have something.” Yea I know that but what if we don’t work and we break up in the future. I cannot imagine us being friends again after all that.”

"Mr Fred, I called you in here to discuss a matter with you" "What is it?" Fred asked. "It's about the patient. I think she is suffering from PTSD, posttraumatic stress disorder. It's a condition that occurs after experiencing a tragic loss. The patient just lost the two people closest to her. I advise she should not be left alone at this critical time as she might want to hurt herself. She should be surrounded by family" "Thank you doctor. I perfectly understand that. I'll make sure she's never left alone" "You're welcome. You can go see her now" the doctor said.

Lack of Trust Part 4-2 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Continued……. "Do you really think she did all that????" She asked him without taking her name from her mouth. She still did not believe that her younger sister could do anything bad even though she had seen it all with her own eyes. "We all saw with our own eyes what she did so what do I think does it matter??? Not accepting the truth of our life will not change the truth which changed our life" he said in sad tone. A lone tear slipped out of his eyes when he thought about that time.

“What do you want? A penniless poet? A boy who can offer you nothing but drama and heartbreak?” Her accidental proximity to the truth is so unnerving I flinch. She sees it, her eyes narrowing. A terrible, dawning suspicion crosses her face. “Oh, my God. There is someone else, isn’t there? Someone… unsuitable.” “No, Mother, there isn’t.” It’s the truth, but it sounds like a lie even to my own ears.

[Host has suffered catastrophic injustice: deprivation of dignity and theft of achievement. [Current unfairness count: 3/3.] [Judgment confirmed. Death program initiating.] [Brain-death countdown: 10 minutes.]

My gaze fell on the skin behind his ear, but I said nothing. Upon realizing something wasn't right, he reached up without thinking to rub behind his ear. "This is just a red ink stain. Don't overthink it." I shrugged, giving him a look of nonchalance. He'd explained why the stain was there, but his excuses were simply flimsy. I would've believed them before today. When he noticed my expression soften, he strode over and put an arm around my shoulders. He continued his efforts to convince me against resigning, saying in a kind tone, "Cheer up, okay? The bigger your heart is, the better your mood will be!

No promise wrapped in spectacle. Just certainty.