Things Fall Apart 소설 & 이야기

Love and Light was Vanessa’s first home, her church—the one place where her fears dissipated, and sanity embraced her reality. Her mother taught her the values of living a good Christian life, and even taught her how to pray her first prayers before meals. It had been that way longer than Vanessa could remember, and every Sunday always seemed even more beautiful than the previous Sunday—the choir sang more cheerfully, the preaching was more fulfilling and the smiles she got from everyone around her were more inspiring. And it was this way every Sunday, until one Sunday when Vanessa learnt her boyfriend she had been dating for two years was cheating on her.

She was busy thinking about her mistakes that made her this easy of a target by everyone. Once the girls were gone she continues to clean despite the pain she was feeling. She knew it. It was really bad for her to come close to those beautiful people. After cleaning she went out of the building with a portion of her face red. She's used to the pain but not with the insults. It was still hurting her even if it's going on for years now. "Keep your head up Braun, you might trip." Sasha glance up and saw Eustone leaning against the wall with a smile that immediately faded when he saw her face. The expression he was showing was kind and it reminded her of a beautiful springtime. A spring... ***

In court, when Elliot saw the once-confident girl now in such a miserable state, he felt a complicated mix of emotions. Yvette confessed everything. She had approached Elliot for his money. She had investigated the financial situation of Kline Creative and knew there was a large sum in the company's account. From the moment she joined the company, she had been planning how to steal that money. She had deliberately played the innocent to gain his trust. Deleting my files was part of her plan to create conflict between me and Elliot. She knew that only by making me leave the company could she fully manipulate him. The truth hit Elliot so hard that he passed out in court. He never imagined the

At the same time, thanks to Ashton’s rough movements, it splashed all over my face and into my eyes. Then, remembering the baby inside me, I panicked. I tried to pull away, waving my hands to get him to stop. However, in my haste, I tripped on something behind me and fell hard onto the cold marble floor of the private room. A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, and I cradled my stomach, screaming in agony. Ashton’s face showed a flicker of concern as he reached out to help me, but he said dismissively, “It’s just a fall. You’ll be fine.”

Instead, I beeline to where our chief stands looking at something, and when I reach it, I see the body that was referred to lying on the ground precariously. It’s a young woman, maybe in her late teens or early twenties, and from the wounds on her face and body, it’s clear that she is certainly a druggie. Could it be that this was a drug deal gone wrong, or maybe she could have found herself mixed up with the wrong people? Honestly, her life story wasn’t for me to discover. The only thing I was interested in was the scratch marks that mar her torso and face. “They’re the same.” I whisper, kneeling to get a better look. “They’re just like his.”

I violently looked back at who's the bastard pushed me. " You're in my way. " he said and walked away. I heard chuckles and laughs from other students who saw me. I glared at them sending daggers. I glanced in the place where I saw that guy who pushed me but he disappeared in the crowded students. "Tss rich kids who don't knew how to mind their own businesses and a rich kid who thinks he owns this school" I murmured in the air while getting up from the floor. I dusted off my jeans and t-shirt. I am here in the OIS to take exams for the scholarship I am applying for. A few days ago I received a late email telling me that they officially accepting me as one of their freshman students. But it w

I didn't want to tell him they did so I just nodded my head. "They had rich parents and somewhere to fall back on if things didn't go right for them and I was foolish to think I actually belonged in their world. I nearly dropped out of school because of them. I was always wasted each school night and I nearly failed my exams twice, not once," he said as he tugged on his hair pretty hard. "Stop beating yourself up over that, you're clean now and you're doing something that you love in University, so don't ever thing otherwise on that okay?"

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

Find it. The streets of Ajegunle hummed with post-storm energy. Children splashed barefoot in puddles, pretending they were rivers. Women rearranged tomatoes, shaking rainwater from the baskets. Smoke rose from akara pans, tangling with the steam of yam porridge. A boy scooped mud with his hands, molding it into a little castle before the rain carried it away. Promise slowed to watch—it looked fragile, but there was defiance in building anything at all in Ajegunle.

He’s as perfect as the rest. How do I go from nothing. Nobody. Farm girl, to some gravitational force for their clan? I thought the Falls was supposed to be transient. Huge, and I swear I’ve seen them more in the past turn than I do my other neighbors in a village a fraction of the size as this.