Semua Salah Novels & Stories

I look back at my case study options and I add a fourth one and then immediately cross it out before I can finish writing it. But the two words are still visible under the single line. False testimony.

He held me and soothed me as I leaned heavily on him “its fine Oliver it'll be fine” My father didn't ask any questions, hours turned to days, days turned to weeks.. weeks of pulling my self together and getting ready to open more branches of my business…… Weeks turned to months.. months of looking out the window during meeting breaks fantasizing,praying,hoping for the impossible. I honestly knew I had fucked up the moment I slept with them. I knew it deep in my soul. …………………………….. 6 months later ‘Hoping for the best and expecting the worse’. This sentence kept ringing in my mind as we prepared for the opening of another branch of my restaurant in Los Angeles.The city of…… memories came floo

“Please, I know you are in there and I know I messed up. I shouldn't have said those things. I was wrong. I was hurt and confused, and I took it out on you and that wasn't fair.” But still– silence. I leaned my forehead against the door. “You didn't deserve that,” just continued. “You've always been there for me, and I let my insecurity turn me into some ugly duckling. I'm so sorry.” My voice broke in my last words, but still she said nothing. Tears burned my eyes as I wiped them off angrily, frustrated at myself. “I don't expect you to forgive me right away. I just need you to know that I know I was wrong.”

, she started clapping after saying this. "Ru....", Aavir was about to speak. "What is my fault, Vir? I loved Paavak truly. Is that my fault? I considered you as my best friend. Is that my fault? I thought maybe one day you both will forgive me and everything will become normal. Is that my fault? You know what my fault is Vir, I trusted you both more than myself. THAT IS MY ONLY FAULT. THAT IS MY ONLY FAULT", Nira shouted from the bottom of her voice and started to cry vigorously. She let all her worries which she was keeping inside her.

"Joel, I regret everything. I miss her so much!" I missed Anna too. But everything was over now. There was no going back.

That evening, alone again in the penthouse, Luca scrolled aimlessly through his texts. There were dozens. Investors. Journalists. Family. Staff. But the thread he kept going back to was one with only three words in it. “I’m sorry.” Still unread. Still unanswered. He typed something. Deleted it. Typed again. I made a mistake. You didn’t deserve that. I can’t stop thinking about you. He didn’t send it. Instead, he closed the thread and threw the phone across the room. It bounced off the couch and hit the floor with a dull thud.

The strong smell of pine after the rain was breaking through my nostrils, groveling my blue eyes with tears, and instead of the greatest happiness in life, he left a bitter taste in my mouth, and even greater chest pain due to the final realization: “MATE” ...That was all my tortured heart could bear, along with my quivering lips. Everyone at the table was stunned by the same knowledge as I was, while a blond man, a little shorter and weaker than my Mate, tried to restrain him, which made me realize immediately, that he was his beta when a tray flew from my hands to the other end of the room and a strong hand held my neck as I was nailed to the wall and trying to breathe. “I can’t believe th

"It was the full amount. I counted it twice before I gave it to you." "Well, I don't know what to tell you, sweetheart. I passed along whatever you gave me." A small, apologetic laugh, the kind designed to make the whole thing sound like an honest, forgivable mix-up. "Maybe there was a mistake somewhere in between. These things happen." Something cold slid through me, quieter than the panic, harder to name. "Two months of mistakes, Maevra? Both times?" "I'm not sure what you're implying." Her tone shifted, just slightly, warmth cooling into something more careful. "I'm trying to help you, and you're accusing me of something. That's not fair."

“Take me. I’m Hunger. I know empty.” “No,” Eli says. First word since the binding. He’s on his feet. Shaky. “You don’t. You’re full. You stay full.” He looks at me. “That was the rule. No boxes. No sacrifice.” “Tree doesn’t do rules,” Creek says. Still on the ground. “It does law.” “The law’s bullshit,” Ash snaps. Fire runs her knuckles. “We just got out. We’re not—” “We are,” I cut her off. “Or Duskbane is. Every wolf from here to the coast ages ten years tonight. Every pregnant Thorn miscarries. Every—”

Extraordinarily fierce. Lisa took a deep breath and chose patience. "One. Sepurane. I'm sorry," said Lisa. (Java Language: sepurane means sorry). "Hah! I'm already heartbroken. You deliberately embarrassed me in front of so many people. I know your bad intentions!" Mbak Hamidah even pushed Lisa. "Calm, Hamidah. No need to use emotions. Lisa already apologized," said Teh Kokom interceding. "Right. It's a shame to see people! Who didn't know before, so they already know!" said Mpok Yetti.