She's Been Living On The Highest Shelf Mga Nobela at Kwento

She lay on the bed, eyes wide open. Everything was happening so fast, so unreal. One minute, she was living in a shared studio apartment and the next minute, she was in Aiden’s penthouse. She shut her eyes and wished her brain would stop overthinking. She had done many menial jobs in the past, some of which she wasn’t proud of like when she was a stripper but getting married for money wasn’t something she’d ever imagined doing. It sounded dishonest, she was getting married to him because of what he could offer her not because they were in love. She had always imagined that her marriage would be one based on love, they’d live in a white picket fence and fill their house up with beautiful chil

He even tried killing my parents but I was a barrier for him that he could never be near us. I’m just 27 years old but I am a wise minded woman who is mature enough to deal with such jerks by myself without anyone’s help. This led me to be the next queen of my company, the CEO of ‘Tech High’. Within some days I learned to control the whole company.

She yelled, "I am trash, I don't deserve to live! I deserve to die, I really deserve to die!" Mark panicked, hugging her tightly and saying, "Sophie, calm down, you have to calm down, you are the best woman in the world." Before this, I would feel heartbroken and go crazy if I heard this. Now, I only found them dramatic and amusing. There was something inexplicably ridiculous about all of this. Mark suddenly remembered that I was a jealous person. He looked at me with a guilty conscience, but behind it there was a pair of eyes that were distant and unwavering.

She stared at Shea, surprised. “I’m, uh, looking for a friend. She lives on the 11th floor, but I forgot which unit.” The old woman relaxed. “Are you sure it’s the 11th floor? I’m the only one who lives here, you know. The other three units are vacant.” “Vacant?” Shea was taken aback. ‘But the elevator stopped here!’ Her first instinct was that the old woman was lying. And yet, she looked no different from any common folk. “Why?”

he poked. “Seemingly, you’re the only genius around here. Everyone just assumed that I’ve come back to play the doting Maid of Honour, but I want to leave faster than they realize. Sam I’m on the fence about, but Danny I don’t trust at all, and he’s made it pretty clear that he doesn’t trust me right back,” she said as she took off the boxers. He growled lowly. “You’re killing a person here.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Too bad!”

"The woman we met at the beach." For a couple of seconds, Chad's seems to travel his mind back in time. "Oh, the woman who speaks Spanish?" "Yeah." He nodded. “Does she live in the penthouse?" "I asked the management right after we met at the elevator the other day. They say that there is only one person living at the top floor so I guess she was living there." "Woah..." Chad's face was in fully disbelief. "Is she rich? Or she was just a housekeeper there?"

You were never worth any of those sacrifices. I wheeled my suitcase to the front door and took one last look around the apartment I'd called home for the past three years. I picked out the light gray couch sitting in the living room. It was practical, comfortable, and nigh impossible to stain. The pothos vines on the balcony had started as a tiny plant I'd nurtured myself. Now, they crept across the entire railing. Every pot, every pan, and every plate in the kitchen had been something I'd carefully selected over the years.

Shelia sulked, her temper frayed due to the pain and frustration from her injured face. Sophie, choking back her fury, reluctantly complied. After all, Shelia was favored by Juan. Shelia settled contentedly on the sofa and switched on the TV. There was no TV in her dormitory. Not just the TV, but even the guest rooms here were furnished with the best bedding. Last night, she had a rare sound sleep. She even looked forward to sleeping in the master bedroom one day. That would be heavenly. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.

She took in a deep breath, her face was red with complex emotions, she just nodded “Please tell me where is he ,” her voice was hoarse and a whisper “He is in the gym on the twentieth floor,” “Thanks,” she rushed to the elevator and went up to the twentieth floor Stepping out on the floor, it was so quiet that she could hear her heart thumping out loud Since she was only left with her ethics and her principals.. Everything else was gone, so…. What is the need for them to stay? She needed to get rid of them as well if she wanted to save Shain, if she wanted to fight back to get her name and her respect again

One second-floor room is lit, pale curtains brushing the sill, a splash of paint across the glass. She is there. Zenith. No longer the little girl who once kneeled in the forest beside a stranger bleeding out. She is taller now. Her hair longer. She moves like someone still tethered to light, even in a world thick with shadows. And her aura… Even sealed, it calls to the old part of me. The part that owes her everything.