The Fairness I Never Got Novels & Stories

I stepped back before she could touch me. "I understand perfectly," I said. "I understand that everything I thought I had was never actually as solid as I believed. I understand that the moment it became inconvenient for you to keep me, you found a way to make it profitable instead." "That is not fair, Tatiana." "Nothing about any of this is fair," I said, my voice breaking on the last word despite everything I did to hold it together. "Nothing has been fair since the day I was born, apparently, so I don't know why I expected this to be any different."

Three months after my patron sent me to finishing school, I ended our eight-year arrangement myself. "I'm done being your kept woman." Duncan paused. "Is someone at school giving you a hard time? If you want another present, just say so. You know I hate it when you play hard to get." I looked at my savings, barely double digits, and thought about the math my classmates had done for me. So I told him the truth. "They get tens of thousands a month and only have to show up to two parties. "I get five hundred, and I take care of Grandma, go to your business dinners, and keep track of your stomach medicine. I ran the numbers three times, and it still doesn't add up. "Isn't that why you sent

The Moretti family had always prided itself on "absolute fairness." Because my older brother and sister—both candidates for Don—would go at each other's throats the second Father tilted even a little more power toward one of them. So Father split everything evenly in two. Every territory, every servant, every last racket. One half for my brother. One half for my sister. When I was little, I once asked: "What about mine?" His face went dark. He snapped at me: "Isn't it enough that your brother and sister are already bleeding each other dry over power? Can you stop adding to the damn mess?" Years later, it was the annual family council. The ceremony where the heirs present themselves and get e

"It's not as if it's a hardship. Look around; we're not exactly ugly people, and we're not hurting for choices either." "No, I know." I took another swig of my rum and coke. "We're all fit—we have to be—and most of us are pretty... well... pretty, but it's just the whole required to do it thing that pisses me off." "I agree," he said, "I—hey, what the hell's a fairy doing here?" I followed Jared's stare over to the bar where a familiar fairy face was staring right back at me. As if it had been doing so for quite awhile. My jaw dropped as I unwittingly got to my feet and began walking toward Tiernan.

as I could. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I made a deal to meet my soulmate thinking it was a joke and now I was living out some creep’s wet fantasy. One thing was for sure, this was not my guy. I looked over at him and he was already fidgeting and pulling at his pants. I reached for the towel hoping to cover my body as I got out, but Sir Duggar told me to stop. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes despite myself.

I'm tired of all this. Still with melting tears. I looked at the judge who briefly decided something unwise, which cost me both mentally and physically. I still feel that the world is unfair, just because of one trivial thing that shouldn't be a problem if they understand my life position. I knew and was well aware of the wrong path initially, but it's not like this. "Rara ..." Mrs Nunung opened her voice after seeing me just crying. God, can the world be a little kind to me? So unfair. I just shook my head with tears that kept melting.

Samuel shook his head and said, "Three years? I see. So in your eyes, the unfairness only started three years ago? "Thirteen years ago, when he was twelve years old, his name was only one on the birthday cake. You were all happy for him, but you forgot that I was only five minutes younger than him. It was from then that the injustice began looming over my head. For thirteen years, he won over all of you with his mouth. And me? No matter how hard I tried, no matter how good my school grades were, none of you have ever taken notice of me. "Would you have come to see me if he wasn't in jail?

the others barked, their frustration palpable. Debra was unfazed. "There's no such thing as absolute fairness in this world. Some people use their brains. Some rely on their looks, and others use their connections. If you want to be in this industry and expect fairness, you're nothing but a bunch of naïve kids." The sweet-faced girl, her confidence bolstered by her father's status as the chairman of Potter Entertainment, stepped forward. "You're just arguing for the sake of it."

I mentioned smiling and trying to generate bond between us, one that never existed. “I won't keep it”. She mentioned right away. “Besides, you have so much money and you would give me your children's used clothes? Or is it that only you deserve the best?”. he added, scorning me at once. “I didn't want you to feel bad, but little Luis also used his cousins' clothes, as I said, baby clothes stay new, besides they grow up very fast, and when they start to walk is when their clothes get spoiled more”. I mentioned trying not to lose my patience. “I can't believe that in your state you are still throwing poison”. I added.

She asks me, and I gulp down nothing. "Fair? Life was never fair to me, Alicia... Nothing has ever been fair," I shake my head as tears stream down my cheeks. "My mom selling me off to you was never fair... Asking me to be your husband's breeder when you knew I was just a little girl that has a dream to chase, wasn't fair... But Max falling in love with me and getting married to me, don't you think it's fair? How will you feel if you were in my shoes?" I scream at her. I finally get to pour out my heart for the first time. I have been holding it in since, but is there a reason to endure it even now? I don't think so.