Sans Disbelief Novels & Stories

Not just the confidence that used to live in my bones. Me. realizing it punches the air right out of my chest. i meet his stare, held in place by disbelief and something else pushing up under it. Something dangerous.it feels like hope but the brittle kind the kind that breaks easier than it grows.the kind i dont dare lean into unless im sure it wont vanish the second i reach for it. “Why?”The word slips out before i can reel it back. “ why are you doing this?” he doesnt flinch.doesnt shift his weight or soften the hard line of his shoulders.he holds my gaze like hes steadying something inside me that wont stop shaking.

But on the other hand, I felt that this was part of the devil's plan to drag me into the same pit. "Doctor Pierre, do you believe in God?" "What?" "Do you believe that God will punish sinners?" "I don't understand what you're trying to say, but unfortunately, I'm not someone who believes in the existence of God. I can't trust any power other than my own." ***

I just looked at the beast as I tried to believe whatever it was that was happening. “This is not possible, this cannot be, I do not have an angel,” I said as I doubted and tried to believe what was happening. This made the lady fume in anger. “So who do you want to believe? these losers here or your mind and reasoning?” She questioned. I became silent as I tried to put together the dots of what was happening. “You better believe it Blair, I don’t have time to waste here,” Betty said as she drew my attention to herself again.

My uncle signed the order to kill my brother. I sit down on the wooden chair by the writing desk. I sit the way a man sits when his legs have stopped being a fact about him, when the bones and the muscle and the weight they have carried for thirty-four years simply cease to be something he can rely on. The chair creaks under me. The sound is small and ordinary and it belongs to a world I am no longer in. I read the page a second time. The words do not change. The code does not rearrange itself into something else, something that would let me un-know what I now know. The purple ink does not fade. The initial does not become someone else's.

But all I found were more questions, and more uncertainty. “I don’t believe you,” I said finally, my voice breaking. “I can’t. Not after everything.” Lucian stepped closer again, his movements slow and deliberate. “You don’t have to believe us,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But you do have to trust us.” Before I could respond, a sudden noise shattered the tense silence. It was faint at first, a distant rumble that grew louder with each passing second. The ground beneath my feet trembled, and the air seemed to vibrate with an unseen force.

Mable sharply cut Adam off, “I don't believe it!” She declared pointedly, “When it comes to this matter, the only one I will believe in is myself and the love Blair had for me. I will not believe anything you guys tell me!” “What if we are telling the truth? Are you going to consciously choose to deny it?” “I would rather believe that the ‘truth’ you guys tell me are lies!” Mable clenched the phone and stated soberly, “There are no absolutes in this world. How can you be so sure that the truth you speak of is true?”

Graham raised her grizzled old voice. “I’m sorry that my use of profanities offends your delicate sensibilities. But this is crap, and you know it. I refuse to tutor this subhuman species that lacks enough neurons to even form a synapse. And I’ll be sure Walters knows that too.” I scoffed, storming out. “Suit yourself, Miss Summers.” I faintly heard Mrs. Graham as I left.

She wasn't sure if he'd be able to abide by his words, but above all else, the one thing she couldn't abide was unfaithfulness. "I don't want to get hurt by you again. I just don't trust you anymore. Other than mutual early attractions, we share little in common. I don't feel like things will work for us. Nothing about us are alike. We got into a crazy relationship on a whim, without a lot of thought. But in the back of your mind, you despise me for my background. It will never change. You fling it away because you are attracted to me, but it's still there. When I displease you someday, you will use it against me."

A lie told with half truth and half fake is most believable. When Su Lan was spacing out and brainwashing herself she heard Dr Ma’s speech and almost puked blood. Dr. Ma: “Oh, so this time you were smart enough to make an antidote but still stupid enough to test the poison on yourself, so smart (said sarcastically).” Su Lan: (in her mind): This person is looking for a beating! Can’t anything good come out of his mouth! Ever since he came he totally crushed his image just by opening his mouth! He definitely is the type who everyone wants to beat up once he speaks!

fingers cross, please believe me Bess. "Ehhh online class. What kind of class is it? You are doing extra work on weekends wow!" Gahd, it doesn't look like all is going according to plan. Dianna thinks, think... AHA! "Ouch Bess my stomach hurts so bad, it's killing me" putting my act on with me holding my stomach and facial expressions "H-ha? Oh no, go to the restroom quick right now." "O-Oh! I mean. No need Bess... It looks like LBM, far worse. I don't want your toilet to get clogged by me."