Sula Novel Novels & Stories

"Make sure not to wear those outfit that makes you look all innocent with an untouchable aura around you, much preferably, wear a off shoulder crop top, a mini skirt and a slut heels " "Yes boss lady" I replied sarcastically. "I'll be there in two hours" She said as she ended the call. That gives me an hour complete the novel I've been engrossed in all week. The novel was about a young,shy, naive, innocent, calm young lady named Ryella who was being cheated upon by her fiance and step sister who were having an affair behind her back, and also her father who despises her for no obvious reason. Due to 'bad luck', she stumbled upon some dirty secrets and informations that wasn't supposed to be

"It's a good thing Jacob is gullible. He believed you were in Manhattan even though you didn't return to your aunt's house. But did you shut up the Langham family's driver? Don't let them get a chance to attack you." "Take it easy, I always know what to do before moving forward." At the other end, Ursula let out a long sigh. "You're always playing with fire, Celine. Aren't you ever afraid of getting burned?" "I was already burnt before I even started this, Sula." Celine leaned back comfortably on the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes gazed at the road that seemed to be deserted. The driver who drove her chose to enter the freeway in order to quickly arrive at the place Celine wanted to go.

CHAPTER THREE[The Imprisonment] Rhoda is apprehended by the gangsters as she travels to the point of no return at midnight, after falling asleep in the bus station with the woman who helped her carry her bags. She exclaims, "Let me go!" She screamed. No one could recognize the party in black uniform at the site where Rhoda captures due to the remoteness of the area. "We should not resist them because they may harm us," the woman adds, adding, "I'm Sulema Marilla from the south." utf

The St. Jude Care Center was a skeletal monument to human frailty, its silhouette cutting a jagged, mournful shape against the bruised purple of the pre-dawn sky. Inside, the motion-sensor lights in the endless corridors groaned to life with an intermittent, rhythmic hum, casting a sickly, clinical pallor over the linoleum floors. Sophia had flatly refused Ella’s frantic offers of company. She chose to tread this forbidden territory alone—the very soil where both her dignity and her previous life had been unceremoniously buried in a shallow grave of debt and despair.

Sylvia only ever occasionally shared money and leftovers, so none of them would eventually remember her. Her eyes suddenly stung, thinking back on what she had left behind. ‘Ah. I shouldn’t be like this.’ ‘I’ll see them again someday.’ Sylvia yawned, her vision slowly turning hazy. Her body had relaxed, and her consciousness began to slip away again. ‘Before the slums burn down …’ “I’ll keep you safe,” she mumbled as the afternoon breeze rolled in with the scent of mud and decay. -gn_cc-

Sarah Lucy was the Miller family's housekeeper, and to be so evil to the mistress of the house, it sent a chill down Fiona’s back. After things were over, she wanted Sarah to take the money and go far away, but Susan disagreed, saying that she could still be of use if they kept her there. Now, it seemed that Susan was right.

Did she read the book onto the dog? In the past, Suzan would have endured it, but now, she didn't want to endure it anymore, so she just growl back: “Suzy, has your conscience been eaten by a dog? If it weren’t for me, your family of five would still be living in that shabby building of only 70 square meters in the old town in the north of the city. Your dad is addicted to gambling and drinking, and the money he makes cannot support your three children. Why did he come out to study auto mechanics before graduating from high school? No money.

She is searching for answers in a world she decidedly doesn't belong. She needs space, air, and time to think. The walls of her room are closing in around her, as if she's under that tree again. She jumps to her feet and runs out of the house. Once Sera reaches the porch, she pauses momentarily before deciding to just start walking. Walking has always been a way for her to get her mind right, but she's never gone this late at night and never in the middle of winter. Common sense doesn't currently seem to be at the top of her mind. The truth is, she can barely feel the cold while she trudges along. When she arrives at the end of her dark, dead-end street, she turns left toward town. Her emoti