Tales From A Broad An Unreliable Memoir の小説・ストーリー

he said as he walked towards the man who was kneeling before him, holstering his weapon unflinchingly. Momma grabbed a view of the kneeling man. God! She has seen that face before It looked like Richard. It was him! She was so sure. He'd relocated from Virginia to this street, as hed always claimed at church. His families were based in Virginia; at least that was what was rumored about him. He cared for nobody else and he had the feeling that money was the key to all things. Such a rich young man like this would not get involved in trouble that was bigger than his money, if there indeed existed one. So how come was he kneeling before a man with a revolver pointed at his head on a Thursday m

Only a blank look was left. When my mother turned to look, my blank eyes met hers at the same time, and the look of glee froze on her face. "This… This isn't possible…" She refused to accept the reality in front of her and took a deep breath before displaying her authority as an education expert. "This is all an act. You've played the victim for far too long, Janine. I'm an expert with double degrees in psychology and education, and I've seen plenty of cases where children feign death to escape punishment."

Chapter V: Memories It was a little blurry and muddled but Ren was sure it was a tiny memory of long back then. It was from one of his adventures as a rebellious child, he’s small though. He likes to escape and sneaks out of the house whenever the babysitter has fallen asleep, but Ren is a good little kid you see, he always makes sure to be back before they notice he’s missing. It was near winter, the remnants of autumn season was slowly fading and the wind began to get more chilly in the morning and every night. Although not cold enough to puff a smoke when talking.

Vivian's expression changed immediately. "Miss Reeds, these records are real. Did you really paint this?" "I—" Vivian couldn't say a word. She lifted her head pitifully, biting her lip as tears streamed down her face. "Horace, I didn't… I don't know why Rose is trying to frame me, but I wasn't lying!" I wasn't going to let her off the hook. "So can you explain what's going on with these hospital records?"

“But isn’t it crazy that our lives could fit into one book?” I looked at him with a profound smile. “Oh my God! That has to be the most accurate thing I’ve heard today. Everything we’ve experienced, all in one book. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Now I feel so inadequate. What qualifies me to even tell the story of both our lives?” Jared only smiled wider. “To the bold belongs the fortune.” I looked at him with a curious smile. “Where did that come from?”

It wasn't to record his own life but to record all the details about Elena that he had once overlooked. He wrote about the first year of their marriage, when Elena threw out her back from scrubbing the floor and curled up in the corner of the kitchen in pain. He had walked past and seen her, but he had only looked away coldly. He wrote about the second year of their marriage, when Elena was working at the casino, and a drunk gambler grabbed her wrist. She had pulled away and hid in the bathroom to cry, but then she came back out with a smile and continued dealing cards.

He stated in a low voice. Sia's eyes widened as she stared at him. 'Memories always stayed making us assured that everything was real and not an illusion!' Then maybe that's what she lacked, MEMORIES. Everyone was staring at her, who looked lost in her thoughts with her eyes wide open, “ I don't have good memories!” She uttered in a trance. She had memories with Ms Amelia but they were not good memories. Those bad memories always wanted her to believe that everything was an illusion and nothing was real or maybe she was just too focused on bad memories, ignoring the good one's.

#Flashback# It all happened in Transylvania, my grandfather (Overlord Zoe) who was then the overlord of Transylvania, he had 3 children, Hymas (my father's older brother), my father (Dracula) and Devon (my father's younger brother), their father needed a successor, and in other to do that, he had to set a competition to decide the rightful heir to the throne, he had tested them based on their skills/physical abilities, morals, commitment and interaction with others/leardership Amongst the tests given were; fighting combat, which Hymas excelled at, they were give the opportunity to rule Transylvania for a year, which my dad did best, Transylvanians loved him because he was very friendly, and

“Only fine? Had any interesting dreams?” The princess shook her head, unable to remember her dream. Though, if she did; she wasn’t sure that she would tell the stranger. His manner and tone disturbing her. “I don’t remember.” She muttered after a long silence, thinking long and hard about her answer. Elika knew that animals could pick up behaviour, on the type of person someone is; whether good or bad. Her instincts telling her that the feral man was dangerous, someone that she should not cross; her movements based on Robert’s hesitation. On his dislike of Dorian. “It can be quite difficult to remember some dreams. Most of my dreams I don’t even recall. Usually if you cannot recall a dream t