Thirteen Fifty Novels & Stories

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

Chapter 56: Bear ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 26 - 2027 ║ ║ Friday║ (D - DAY) The Commencement of Olympia's Cup║ "Greetings to you, Student No. 13 — an unfortunate soul who has chosen to enter this realm of gloom and despair. You now find yourself at the initial stage of your trial, the Labyrinth of Woe."

There wasn’t going to be a trail to follow since that traitorous Xaviar had flown off with her. I had barely finished skimming over the short document when Fredrick entered, his expression one of defeat. Miriam’s voice was still on a loop in my mind. I refused to give up hope, though the lack of leads was frustrating. Fredrick’s face told me that whatever I had remembered from Miriam’s book was offering more frustration. I looked at him and waited. “Aro.” He started. “The seer is dead.”

“The both of you can go to hell, you've won, you've gotten what you wanted. Why don't you leave me alone? What is it that you want me to do? What is it that you want to do with me as well?” “Here I was coming with good heart thinking that I would get you some water, now I'm disappointed. Even if you can't have food, you should at least take water don't you think?” “I am not thirsty” “I don't believe you, Scar cannot be lying” She gently held me, her fingers moved to the placket of my pants. “What are you doing?” “She's thirty, I want you to pee in her mouth”

"Didn't you say you'd do anything for me? What's this now? Besides, she knows how to swim. What's there to be scared of?" "Fine, fine, I'll do whatever you want. Don't be mad…" Terence coaxed her gently. I heard their footsteps drawing closer and quickly got back into bed. When the door opened, Bethany wore a bright smile. She hastened forward, a fleeting look of concern crossing her face before her words tumbled out impatiently. "Ariana, I'm having a birthday party on the cruise in three days. You'll come too, right?" Terence stood silently beside her, looking rather grim.

"Yeah, Wren, now’s not the time for a tantrum. Careful, or Aiden might really drop you." His grip hurt. I yanked my arm back and glared, my voice slicing through the air, "Let go! We broke up five years ago. You have Janine now. I have someone I love, too. Why can’t we just move on?" Aiden’s expression twisted, his eyes wide in disbelief. "What the hell are you saying, Wren? You’re cheating on me? How dare you!" Pain flared in my wrist, and I cried out.

“So what’s all this for?” “I’m trying to make it right… Whether you want it or not, I owe you this,” she whispered, hands trembling. I pressed her. “Do you actually understand? You kidnapped me. You trapped me in that estate. You tortured me for five years because of lies.” “I know I was wrong!” she cried. “I’ll never hurt you again! Ethan… please tell me you’ll forgive me. Please tell me we can start over.” There was a flicker of hope in her eyes.

The others piled on. "Gemma, I am so jealous. A perfect wedding for only 500 dollars." "Tell me about it. I spent tens of thousands on mine, and looking back, I feel like such a fool." Kelsey tossed a popcorn-eating meme into the chat. "A 500-dollar wedding? I cannot wait to see that." Over the days that followed, Gemma waited for Sloane to reach out and lock down the wedding details. Not a single call came.

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

Michael huffed. "I understand you all are in discomfort but look ahead of you. We are there already." Everyone's attention shifted and they beheld the mountain and the river flowing beside it. That was what made the environment a cold one. "Damn! What do we do?" Ian asked in awe. "What's the time on your wrist watch?" Henry asked without taking his eyes off the river. Michael tapped the wrist watch on his left wrist and the time read 5:47. "Five forty seven," Michael replied.