The Undoing Novelas e Histórias

The man groaned out. " Leave us. " The girl ordered. " I want to talk to him." " Are you sure about that? " The man who had been beating me asked. " Yes. Now leave. " One by one they went out of the room closing the door behind them. " You are the one. " " Ummm... " I said wiping the blood from the side of my mouth. " You're the one who betrayed my Uncle. " She said " Yup... That would be me. "

​Which was exactly why, standing in the frosty morning air outside the off-campus athletic dorms, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. ​His name was Brandon. He was a junior from my History of Western Civilization class—possessing a jawline that was slightly too sharp, a personality that was slightly too dull, and an ego that was entirely too large. Returning to campus four days early, before the dorms had even officially opened for the semester, had been a mistake. The emptiness of Bianca's room had clawed at my chest. The quiet had felt like a suffocating reminder of my mother's worry, of Talia's venomous triumph, of Malik's betrayal. So, when Brandon had messaged me on I**

My legs were shaking. It was Maria...with a blonde guy...She was making out with him. Her sleeves were almost rolled off from her shoulders and it was giving a clear view of her chest. Her hands were doing disgusting things on the guy's body. Astagfirullah.. I quickly covered my eyes. She was cheating on my Uncle... I noticed Uncle Afzal hardly stayed at home. He was so busy with his business that he didn't know what game was playing behind his back. I toddled and I was about to fall when someone held me.

Noah growled deeply, his words barely audible but his voice loud and powerful. “But still, I cannot help but thank you for messing it all up,” Lucas chuckled. His voice sounded calmer. “if not for your foolishness, I would not have lived with Aunt May. I would not have met my best friend and the love of my life. If not for you pushing me to work hard and evade poverty, I would not have been on the news for you to watch and admire. Maybe I still would be stuck in that Shanti, thinking and believing that that was the best I ever could be. So, thank you for messing my life up, Noah!”

I snarled at him. "Ok fine your problem not mines" he responded and left. I've moved in with my sister over three months after I broke up with Alex and I can't get him out of my head or the image of him f**king my bestfriend, it seems like just yesterday. **flash back**

His mother is forcing him to marry a woman he doesn't love, threatening to cut him off from his inheritance if he doesn't comply. "Nick, having been dumped numerous times, had given up on love and opted for a no-strings-attached relationship with an older woman. Shane, on the other hand, had just discovered that his brother had been having an affair with his wife and that his son was his brother's child. As you can see, we all have our emotional baggage. Alex, seemingly level-headed, sometimes behaves like a mama's boy. I sat there, lost in thought, trying to process what had just happened.

sent a message to his friends' group chat: "Planning a wedding is exhausting. That's why ditching it at the last second feels so damn satisfying, doesn't it?" Leaving behind a mess and humiliating me before those who were closest to me… That was his revenge. I didn't say anything. I simply made him sit down and help me write wedding invitations. The invitations had already been sent out, but I suggested we send them again to our closest friends. He wrote them personally. I sealed each one myself. I had him write: "With the sunrise, we find hope. With the sunset, we hold memories. Every moment together is sweet." I smiled at him and said, "This is the kind of life I want."

“Summon my archivists. I want everything on Nihareth’s seals, patterns, and known movements from the old wars. And get me the Chronicle of the Unnamed—the locked edition.” “Yes, Mistress.” She turned back to the glyphs. “Seal this site. Burn every witness after I’m done. We cannot let word of this reach the Council yet.” The priest gasped. “Please, no—” “You’ve seen a god before the gods. I’m doing you a mercy.” Her shadow grinned and dragged them away. Isadora took one last look at the sigils. Her voice was quiet this time. Almost reverent. “He’s not hiding anymore,” she said to herself. “He wants us to see.” And that—more than anything—terrified her.

"This isn't just a building anymore. It’s a machine that eats reality." "The engines are dead," the driver yelled from the front. "We are sitting ducks!" I stood up, my legs shaking. The purple ink in my arm was glowing so bright it hurt to look at. I could feel the Architect. He was everywhere. He was the air, the floor, and the walls. My "Undo" command hadn't killed him; it had just stripped away his human mask. Now, he was the Mainframe itself. "I have to go out there," I said.

“I'm sorry uncle, my phone is on DND, did something happen” Uncle gave me a disapproving look, “this case shouldn't make you lose yourself , Julie, Someone was here to see you, he said his name is Tony and the weird guy is here too” “Who is the weird guy”?. Aunty burst into the sitting room, before I could process anything with an equally disapproving look on her face. “young lady, you shouldn't leave your boyfriend waiting for hours”. I shot my brows up, “boyfriend”?.