The Price Is Your Everything Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

“So crazy! Why if it’s a man can be called a wizard while a girl is called a witch who must be burned alive?! Does the writer of this novel hate women or what?” My chest rumbled. The drowsiness soon disappeared. I continued reading with determination, even when the sun starts to fall from its place. The light I got is getting fainter. But it's okay because the library lights have turned on as if evening arrived. When I turned over the next sheet of the newspaper, my eyes trembled. “Hmm? This is!” “Why are the prices of houses so expensive?! Is it because it's in the capital, huh? How much do I need to save so I can buy a house in a safe place?” I grunted irritably.

"If you expose yourself, if you put your name on it, it can turn everything against you." I felt my chest burn. "And you think it’s not coming back? You’ve seen the paper. Do you think our children haven’t heard whispers today? They already feel fear. They already ask why they talk about the coffee, because they whisper about the wolf. Don’t you notice? Silence does not protect us." He closed his eyes quickly and then opened them. "I didn’t want this for you. I didn’t want any of it." "I know." My voice softened. "But you didn’t want it for yourself either, and yet here you are. It’s too late to want the impossible. What remains is to solve what we already have."

“Here we will definitely pick the most breathtaking dress of all possible ones for you!” “Wow…” was all I managed to say when I saw this kingdom of snow-white gloss and festive splendor. The shop was huge, and the assortment even bigger. Walking up to one of the gowns, I glanced at the price tag out of the corner of my eye — and instantly felt faint. This salon was clearly meant for not-so-ordinary mortals. Seeing my reaction to the number on the tag, Irisha burst out laughing. “Don’t make that ‘holy crap’ face,” the blonde whispered, clearly amused. “The Yartsevs can afford dresses far more expensive than this. So put on your happiest brick-like face and relax.”