Showing The World What I Can Do Mga Nobela at Kwento

“When the world knows who you belong to, I won't need to fight so hard.” Words eluded me. My throat suddenly went dry. “Deal. Or not?”

Elleanna turned on Weight of the World by citizen Soldier on her phone and sang along to it “Feel the weight of the world…over me tonight….if i break…if i break down this time..hope you know I tried…my mind’s such a mess..I can’t handle it…I’m at the end of my rope…I’m so sick of this…just so over it…why won’t you let me let go?…my neck is breaking..body shaking..sometimes it’s so hard to breathe..but no one sees…it follows me..I always end up..underneath…the weight of the world..I don’t like…like myself very much…despite all your kind words…can’t explain why I’m hurting myself..but it feels deserved…my mind’s such a mess..I can’t handle it..I’m at the end of my rope..I’m so sick of this..I’

Thanks, brain, I guess. I can hear footsteps coming at me and shouts of bitch you will never get away with this! As I turn to the corner, my ears are suddenly surrounded by faint chatters from people getting louder. A song is still ringing through my earphones as Agon screamed: THE WORLD IS CRUEL THE WORLD IS UNFAIR BUT WE SHOULDN'T BLAME THE WORLD FOR ITS PEOPLE THAT NEVER CARED NATIONS SHALL UNITE BUT WE CREATED WARS I CAN'T BELIEVE MOST OF YOU BELIEVE IN GOD

Can you be my lover up until the very end? Let me show you, love, oh, I don't pretend Stick by my side even when the world is givin' in, yeah Oh, oh, oh, don't Don't you worry I'll be there, whenever you want me I need somebody who can love me at my worst No, I'm not perfect, but I hope you see my worth 'Cause it's only you, nobody knew, I put you first And for you, girl, I swear I'll do the worst/

“You… you really are unstoppable.” Ellie leaned back, feeling the car move, the city blurred outside the window. “I am. And soon… soon, the world will see that equality is not negotiable. That power, influence, and courage belong to those willing to claim them. And I… I am claiming them all.”

Sean lifted his chin defiantly. "Hmph, you're a lousy mom. I'll do way better than you." I shook my head, not bothering to argue. The system asked again: [Who will go first?] With exaggerated confidence, Sean declared, "I'll go! Dad and I will become multimillionaires." The system's tone remained steady. [And in which areas do you believe you'll outperform the one being judged?] "In every area!" Sean puffed out his chest. "I'll be a kind, generous mom—one everyone in class will envy."

"No! Can 100 million dollars buy back the ten years of my youth? Can 100 million dollars undo the lifelong regret of missing my mom's final moments? "I've been left with a mild disability for life because of you. I shake even when carrying a fruit basket. Can 100 million dollars heal that? "You know better than anyone what I've sacrificed for you and what I've lost throughout the ten years. Tell me. Can money buy any of that back?" At that moment, I finally snapped. I screamed at Corey, releasing all the pent-up frustration and anger inside me. I wasn't sure whether he was frightened or just couldn't face me, but his expression turned pale. His eyes reddened, and he couldn't meet my eyes. "I

I said as the anchor watched me slowly and then nodded. “One last question,” she said and I braced myself. “If you could say anything to the world right now, what would it be?” she continued. This time, I didn't hesitate, I turned slightly, facing the camera directly. My reflection stared back at me through the lens, but it didn't feel like the same woman anymore. “I won't be broken,” I said firmly, my voice didn't shake. “Not by lies, not by betrayal, not by anyone who thinks they can reduce me to something small. Not anymore” I said and I exhaled. The words landed with weight.

She squeezed several drops of eye drops into her eyes to fake tears, then took a few selfies. She chose the one that looked the most fragile and uploaded it to social media with a caption. [I've always known no one would love me forever, but why hurt me like this? Why hurt our baby? I'm so scared…]

the woman I had seen while I was in the coma. “You,” I breathed, my confusion warring with my relief. “Yes, me,” she said, her smile as calm as if we were having tea in a garden. “Why can’t I cross over?” I asked firmly, my chest heaving. “I want to help Alexei. He’s in a cage.” “That isn’t how it works, Novel. You see, Alexei isn’t in that cage yet. He will only end up there if he fails to defeat his own fears.” She flicked her fingers.