Sans Disbelief Novels & Stories

My mother's weak voice said. "Will she ever be able to see again?" My mother asked rubbing my hand. The doctor sighed, "I don't think it's possible." My breath hitched. What? I may never see again? How did this happen? What did I do to deserve this? ****

"Ethan is just fulfilling her grandmother's wish. He doesn't like you." "Are you certain about it? Is that the reason why you think that Ethan will be yours or the one behind you?" The music is getting louder that's why I moved towards Rida. "Are you one of the snakes around me, cousin?" Rida's hands trembled and is so visible because the wine glass she's holding is shaking. "I don't blame you but I'm uncertain if Ethan doesn't want me, look," I showed her my inbox. Luckily, Ethan Montgomery replied to my message this morning.

After all, people don't turn into wolves and have lightning in their fingers, and letters don't magically appear on people's foreheads when they died. He gulped nervously when the naked woman stopped in front of him, her strange lion eyes peering straight into his soul. "You never saw me, those men don't exist, and the camera's short-circuited, causing a small fire that you got under control." He found his lips moving of their own volition as he automatically repeated what she said, and then it became truth in his brain. "You slipped and fell, hitting your head while putting out the fire. There was no one else in the store."

I uttered and we tried to think of some other ways to open it without making it shut down totally. "Give me that, France. Open it with your face, Nadz." The cheerleader said as she snatched it from his hold, and she got a perfect idea. How dumb we are? "Yeah, good point, Bave-Eve," I stated and it slipped my mouth. Damn it, he doesn't know, yet, and I am not ready to come out in the open. I mean, we. "I'm puzzled. It won't." I uttered in confusion as I tried to look at it and it says it doesn't match.

Cassie: I can fight the whole world as long as you are with me and I have your love and support. Chris: Then I'm with you No Matter What. Cassie: No Matter What.

The priest had taken a position of doubt. He had his hands wrapped around his chest, and a look of disbelief on his face. It was difficult for her to depocit what was going on in his head, what emotions rammed his thoughts. “You know what I think? I think you are a pathetic thief. And you had the right to stop and evangelic train?” He questioned her and made the hypocritical sign of the crucifix facing the big painting of saint Luke, his head facing the large painting on the wall. “I swear I wouldn’t have stopped the train, if I had known.” Dale interrupted showing more attitude to prove her innocence.

“Because I know this isn’t supposed to be happening.” He glanced toward her dark hair briefly before looking back at her. “But not because it makes you someone else.” Celeste looked unconvinced. “You keep saying that.” “Because I mean it.” The certainty in his voice unsettled her more than she expected. Not because she disliked hearing it. Because she didn’t understand how someone could believe in something so completely when all evidence seemed to suggest otherwise. “I don’t even know myself,” she admitted quietly. “You don’t have to right now.”

I look around for him. He seems to have vanished like some small boy inside a toy shop. When I eventually spy him, he holds up what is possibly the largest vibrator I have ever seen. “This one’s called the beast.” he says, waving it in the air like a flag. “You have one like this?” I scowl at him and tut. “As if !” “This doesn’t turn you on?” “It would rip me apart!” “You girls are such bad liars…what you do with it counts more than size? Yeah, right.”

As he spoke, a smug smile appeared on his face. “No.” His brows narrowed in confusion as I shook my head. “I am aware that you are lying, and you are only doing this to show me how evil you really are. Do you really think I'll believe you?” I scoffed. “Then I'm sorry to tell you that you're mistaken, Jonathan, because my love is not weak. I have complete faith in my love, and I have complete faith in you that you will never kill an innocent man." I moved closer to him and spoke with utter confidence, gazing deep into his eyes, and when he saw my unwavering faith in him, he just stared at me in disbelief.

His disbelief was palpable, a sentiment mirrored in his words as they tumbled forth in a mixture of astonishment and humility. "I can't really believe it," the doctor's voice carried the weight of his incredulity, his words punctuated by a genuine sense of awe. "In my twenty-three years of being a medical practitioner, this is the first time someone wakes up from the dead without any logical or medical reason." His admission was raw, his professional skepticism tempered by the evidence before him. It was as if the very foundations of his knowledge had been shaken, leaving room for a glimmer of something beyond the realms of science.