Novel & Cerita The Handmaid's Tale

' Naima went wide-eyed and nodded energetically. 'Whoa, wait—' Taissa started but the kids weren't keen on listening, they were already almost on her and Naima's hand was already reaching out to her foot. She had no choice but to sprint. Before she knew it she was laughing with the kids and trying to escape their touch. When she felt she couldn't go on anymore — for she had a baby growing in her — she collapsed onto a dining chair and put her hands out to Yannis who was going to touch her. 'Stop, I quit. I'm tired. That's enough.'

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

While unconscious, he met the system, which promised him a chance to live and return to the real world if he could win my heart. The system also revealed my situation to him. He found out I had a mission too—to win the heart of one of four men in order to survive and return home. He was thrilled because he was one of the four, which meant that no matter which of us succeeded, our missions could be completed. Then, we could go home. The system had said, "It doesn't matter if Yoana tries to win you over or you try to win her over. If either of you succeeds, both of you will pass the mission. Yoana has lots of options, but you only have one."

The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.

Hence, despite Matteo's strict warnings, she found herself drawn once again to the gates of Orleen Estate. Tall iron railings wrapped in electrified barbed wire loomed above. Armed Soldati stood guard at the entrance. "What do you want? Get lost!" They spotted her again. A rifle butt struck Gianna's shoulder. She grunted in pain and collapsed to the ground. Just then, the Don's wife, Isabella Bianchi, stepped outside. Their eyes met. Isabella froze in place. A powerful instinct deep in her blood made her heart race. The pale, delicate face and those features bore a striking resemblance to the Don in his youth. She looked more like a Ricci than their pampered Principessa did.

Oh… I forgot I’m already dead. Maybe this is the afterlife. Even if I came here too early, you'd never know what would happen next. I could be given an award as the most doting wife and caring sibling. After all, anything can happen. "Luna Ava Morales, I have been watching you since you were born. You have continued to make me proud every single time," she held my hand and smiled at me. I smiled back at her. At least someone is proud of the woman I became. "Who are you? Moon Goddess?" I scrunch my eyebrows.

“There’s a central node near the north bridge. An uplink point Evelyn is using as a master mirror. If we destroy that, everything she has built collapses.” Beta looked grim. “She’ll be there. And she won’t be Evelyn anymore.” Lily gripped the cube tightly. “Then I’ll remind her who she used to be.” They moved as one battle-worn, bloodied, but united. The world was changing. The lines between code and soul, truth and manipulation were dissolving. But there was still one thing Evelyn Vale didn’t control: Lily Harper’s will. And it was about to crash through every firewall Evelyn ever built.

He didn’t need to speak for me to hear his thoughts: How far will she go before she forgets herself? They called me many things now. Some whispered “queen.” Others muttered “witch.” But the name that stuck, the one that spread like wildfire through the underworld, was the one I never asked for, the one I never denied. The Devil’s Handmaiden. From been sold as a Handmaiden into the blackwood mansion, to rising as the queen, the one who stole the heart of the Devil “Dominique”. I hadn’t chosen it. But it was mine. And I would carry it well with so much pride abd dignity.

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

“How is this possible? Winifred Zea is Miss Zea? She’s the Hand of God? What kind of joke is this? This is a mistake. This is definitely a mistake!” In an instant, Hilary felt her skies darken. She would not accept this reality! What kind of joke was this? Winifred had been cooped up in this tiny Khanh City for six years without any development opportunities. How could she come up with a top-class design like ‘Autumn Field’? “Mr. Mikhael, are you mistaken? She’s the Hand of God, Miss Zea?!” Hilary’s eyes were wide open as she asked in a startled tone. How she wished Mikhael was just joking with her.