Tales From A Broad An Unreliable Memoir Novels & Stories

"Amethyst, these are books that I recommend you to read. That...that is simply a tale. It does not contain relevant and accurate facts and data like what you are looking for," I looked down at the book in my hand. With him here, I had to admit, scouring through this massive book depository seemed easier. I allowed myself to utter my gratitude as I accepted the books he had offered. After a few moments, I began reading all over again. This time he was right. Pages after pages, I learned most of the basics. Rather than a creative narrative, the text appeared to be written like a memoir, as if the person who wrote the passages witnessed the brutality firsthand. It was making me feel nauseous al

Morning broke with the kind of merciless clarity that left no room for denial. Headlines screamed across every platform, every screen, every notification feed like a storm that had finally broken after weeks of building pressure. “Damien Vale’s Private Letters to Martin Ostin Leaked—Years of Longing Exposed” “Coach & Heir: Love Letters Span College to Scandal” “Ostin City in Crisis: Board to Decide Coach’s Fate Today” “Paper Marriage Lie Unravels—Full Text of Vale’s Letters to Ostin Heir Now Public”

"Mr. Whitfield, it's not like that! Rachel was the one who tore up the original proposal to intentionally sabotage our partnership! She has always been narrow-minded and intensely jealous. Now that she's jumped ship to your company, she's definitely just doing this to get revenge on us!" This was probably her usual trick. She thought that shedding a few tears in front of men would boost her credibility and win their forgiveness. I stood to the side, my arms crossed, and spoke calmly. "Walsh & Co. should have security cameras. We'd know exactly who tore up the proposal if we just checked the footage. "Mr. Whitfield's willingness to trust me is based on my professional capabilities. Flora, are

Trying hard not to alert my predators to my hiding spot. The small opening of the leaves, enabled me to watch them. They wandered around for a while, before leaving, making me heave a sign of relief. "Why does it have to be me? And why on this day?!" I exclaimed, "The moon spirits failed me." I cried as I let my head fall on my knees. But then, I remembered all what my mother had said to me about being brave.

The budding flowers were swaying back and forth as if dancing to the whistle of the calm wind, circulating their sweet scent all over the place. Two servants walked around the palace when they saw the man peacefully sitting on the big cushion in his armchair. "Is it him?" the younger one asked. The older maid nodded. "I read a lot about him in the books written by the scholars," she said. Her eyes could not hide the amazement of seeing a famous figure. "Very well, then. Be careful dealing with him. His insanity is slowly devouring him, day after day," the older maid warned her. "It is indeed miserable to become the mad king of Grellis," she exclaimed, still looking at the man who was laughin