The Trash Of A Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

They had used her like she was nothing and then left her to die like garbage on the side of the road. But she wasn't done. Not even close. She might be broken now, but she would rise again. And when she did... she would burn every last one of them to ash. "You thought I was disposable," She whispered in her mind. "But I will haunt you and hunt you. I will make you choke on every lie, every bruise, and every scream you forced into my throat." They would never see her coming. And when they did, it would be too late.

That worthless piece of plastic—the symbol of Tristan's promotion and his cheap, performative affection—swirled down, destined for the same place as his career advancement. Let the garbage go to hell, right along with his promotion.

I mumbled, "I'm sorry. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have died. I am a sinner." Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out in my ear. "This isn't your fault. We of the Stoneridge pack protect our mates with our lives. You are not a sinner. He is a true warrior of our pack." Just then, Jacob was still in my arms when he began to glow with a white light. It was a blinding light, but it seemed gentle to me. An ancient mark appeared on his forehead, and his chest rose and fell ever so slightly. I was stunned.

Pulling her near the trash. “Let me go!” She screamed again, trying to push my hands away from her. That makes me tighten my grip even more. As I made my way to the nearby garbage bins, I let her go. I pulled the garbage bin and dumped every last bit of trash on her while she's on the cold floor of the parking lot. She lets out a high pitch scream. “Ew, ew, ew, ew!” She repeatedly said while trying to get every trash off her body “That's nice, isn't it? Being in your natural habitat.” I uttered

They were too personal for him to be reading or for someone to give him. Dangerous or not, Trent decided that the right thing to do was to throw them away. As soon as he got home, he tossed them in the empty trash can. Determined to go about his day, he went to take a shower and then started dinner. However, his eyes kept drifting to the trash can. No, he told himself. He was not going to read any more of them. When he finished, he did some work around the house and watched some T.V.

No wonder he was a Shī Fu (master), he’s a smart dude. I started my journey and ended up cleaning the entire trekking path. Since I didn’t bring my bag with me, I didn’t have any plastic bags to cover up my hand while picking up the trash that was scattered all over the place. Some of them must’ve been there for weeks because majority was half buried underground. I found cigarette butts, candy wrappers, empty cans of a variety of drinks and canned food. It was everywhere and I swear if I find the people who left them there, I will choke them on the spot. I wouldn’t care if they were wealthy, I would still kick their asses for leaving such a mess for God knows who to pick up. It turned out th

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

Mary quickly looked up at her with her mouth slightly agape “Do not look too surprised, the trash is where you belong, no matter how much you try to fix yourself where you do not belong, you would still have to find your way back to your original place” So saying, the old woman walked away leaving Mary standing there looking dismayed and devastated. The tears could not stop flowing from her eyes as she cleaned up the mess. She wished time would go by even faster, so that the week would end even more quickly. Mary went back to her room feeling limp and haggard, she did not have the strength or courage to prepare something else for herself since the sandwiches she made were already sitting pre

Knowing that he was being laughed at, Stefan held his breath and climbed the stairs and paid no attention to the two men's banter. But, Kay howled again, "Damn motorbike taxi!" "Ha-ha-ha." Stefan was still cool and patient. Because he was used to being insulted, the little taunt just now amused his ears, especially since he didn't know the two people. However, the next morning when Stefan was about to leave for a ride, he was suddenly surprised to find two bags of rubbish on the seat of his motorbike. There was also spilled liquid. In fact, the trash can was only two metres away from Stefan's motorbike. He took the rubbish and threw it into the bin. Then he cleaned the seat of his motorbike

My heart was saying something else, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but my head kept screaming at me how I had just been used. Jackson used me! He f*cked me, satisfied his craving and discarded me like trash. He f*cking used me!