The Nevertheless Novelas e Histórias

Silas let the sentence fade. “They’re already trapped.” The room fell quiet again. Noah thought about everyone who crossed Ava’s path each day. Customers. Delivery drivers. Neighbours. Suppliers. Anyone could have been standing behind the camera. Anyone could have accepted money to watch her. The uncertainty settled deep in his chest. Nicholas noticed the shift in Noah’s expression. “Don’t make the mistake of distrusting everyone.” “I’m trying not to.” “You’ll need people.” Nicholas held his gaze. “Your father understood that.”

I told myself again and again that it had not been devotion. It had been ownership. The castle, indifferent as ever, carried on in its well-worn rhythm. Floors were scrubbed until they gleamed, silver polished until it reflected faces none of us fully recognized anymore. Whispers drifted through corridors like drafts beneath closed doors, carrying fragments of speculation that never quite reached the truth. Life moved forward as though hearts were not quietly entangled in matters that could ruin us all.

She shook my hand so I let it go. "Of course I know how to respect someone but I can never give you the respect you say!" its angry shout at me. "Really? I know, since you've got the same attitude with your mother." She smiled at me and returned to her seat. "Travis is behind my back, I've got lots of projects, and also I'm the respected and precious model here so I won't waste my strength on you." smiling at its utterance. Let's just see how long you smile with your henchmen Sofia.

For as long as I can remember I was the girl everyone disregarded and never took seriously because I simply could not speak up for myself. I let people play me like a fool for way too long. But no more! Today dad is supposed to be proposing to the love of his life but I doubt he'll now be able to because of my stupid exes. It doesn't take me long to make my way out to my backyard to allow them their exit. At this point, I never want to see them again. Looking at them now, I wonder how I ever fell in love with such narcissistic jerks. I let my mind wander for a while longer before,

*** NOT ME | PART ONE | There are words before ending There are reasons before starting And there are a million Reasons why you should leave the *** Key POV: "You have to be passionate, Key, prove that you are a foreign graduate. You can definitely enter the GH-Group! Come on, when do you feel that getting in there is something difficult? You look nervous in my eyes." "Yes ... yes ... yes, you are very fussy. I'll go first!" The girl who was the listener just nodded her head.

She stared back at Camilla. "Are you looking for reverence down there?" Camilla glared at her. She whirled in exasperation and stomped over the floor to her room. "We should find another place," Em said, returning her gaze to her. She shook her head, "I can't ignore her all the time. Alessandro has brought her into our life. I can't even object to it," She said, disconcertingly. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's not your fault," Camilla said.

Jennifer asked eagerly. “Not yet, Ma’am,” he replied nervously. “What!? Why not?” she snapped. “Because the woman doesn’t really leave her room, Ma’am,” he answered. “What’s wrong with that woman? Is she ugly? A witch? Why doesn’t she come out!!!” Jennifer said furiously. “That’s what’s strange, Ma’am. Until now, she hasn’t really gone out,” he lied. “Fine, just update me immediately once you see the woman’s face,” she reminded him angrily.

For two straight years, this house echoed with Vivian's stupid laugh. Pretty sure she did it on purpose—left pieces of herself everywhere. Her pink camisole hung off my favorite piano. Used condoms scattered across the couch and rug I picked out. Our wedding photo? In the trash, because Vivian pouted and he caved. I used to think he'd remember me. So I swallowed every bit of it—silent, humiliated, hopeful. Looking back now? Pathetic.

I was about to grab it when I saw a paper stuck on the page of the book. Love, please don't wear that nightdress again. I may not be able to stop myself next time. – A I sneered. There won't be next time because I will make sure to lock the window later. I reread the note many times before folding and keeping it in my wallet. Love, it sounded really romantic, and classic, but I liked it.

, she was still trying to buy me into her idea of fate. “ And you think I would believe him even if he were to get on his knees? Look, even this musician said it……um…. what's his name again”, I tapped my head, trying to remember his name, “ yes, Alec Benjamin, he said it, the devil doesn't bargain. He will never change because devils never change”, I said and Sasha laughed again.