To My Dearest Historia 소설 & 이야기

“No. She loves the story as much as I do.” “Yeah, right,” Will mumbled as he looked back down at the papers in his hand. He had a smirk on his face. “I am serious,” I said, making him look back up at me. “She has a history book about it. She knows a lot about the Great War.” “Then she really is your mate,” Will chuckled. “I’ve never met a person as fascinated by that story as you.” He was right. I was a bit of a nerd when it came to history and the story of Three Kingdoms was one of my favorites.

John asked softly, his voice breaking the tranquil silence. Darius let out a slow sigh, his emotions evident in the depths of his eyes. "We're on pack land," he explained, his voice carrying a mix of nostalgia and longing. "This was my parents' secret place. My dad built that cabin for my mum. They used it to escape from the pack for a few days. Dad could never leave the pack altogether, but this... this was their happy place."

she whispered, her words barely audible, "I want to tell you a story. A story about love, pain, and the trials that life throws our way. It's a story that I hope will ease your mind and give you solace in the darkest of times." Yennifer's mind traveled back in time to her youth, where she had first met a remarkable woman named Nonna. Nonna was her grandmother, a wise and compassionate soul who had endured her fair share of hardships. Yennifer vividly remembered the warmth of Nonna's embrace, the scent of freshly baked cookies that always filled the air whenever she visited.

Flashback Fifteen years ago. Gabriel Hernandez, Chairman of Hernandez Group sat on the dining table with his two children, 14 years old son Alexander Hernandez and 9 years old daughter, Phoebe Hernandez. The three of them sat togetherfor the first time after the death of Gabriel's wife, Hannah Oliver. Alexander and Phoebe were not happy when their father told them about taking both of them out of the country to the states, especially Alexander, who felt indebted to one of his close female friends who died recently. Clearing his throat, Gabriel, their father proceeded to talk. “You two will leave next week. I've gotten everything prepared already."

Since a picture was kept in amid the papers, he thought that he’ll find something on the documents and bundles of cash as well. Lynn smiled after seeing that he found another thing. He found a small paper which doesn’t seem to be that important but perhaps, just Arial’s note to himself. It doesn’t even make sense. “Do not forget! The SHADOWS can never be trusted!” This is what was written on the small sticky note. He doesn’t know what it means so it’s pretty much useless for now. It’s either one of his Chuuni tendencies so he didn’t think too much of it.

Naging masaya kaya ang katapusan ng istorya nila? Maraming tanong ang pumasok sa isip ko pagkatapos kong mabasa ang mga iyun. Pero mas naguluhan ako noong unti unting pumapasok ang mga kakaibang panaginip na gabi gabing dumadalaw sakin. Mga eksenang hindi ko pa nakikita ngunit lubhang napakapamilyar para sakin. Ang dating Maynila, mga barko, mga banyaga, Ulan at ang puno ng acacia sa tabi ng dagat. Higit sa lahat, Isang matangkad na lalake na sa tingin ko'y ako at isang babae. Isang babaeng may ginintuang mata.

It was the smile I had fallen in love with years ago, before the money and the lies and the pain. "One step at a time," he said. "One step at a time."

I gulped it down immediately and part of the water streamed down my neck and then to my chest. Ping! Ping! Immediately I turned back to look at Damien, my phone vibrated in the pocket of the free gown I am putting on. I pulled it put and saw that it was a text from my best friend, Priya. Priya: I hope you’ve settled in properly. Take it easy on your supposed mate ( mocking emoji ) and mother. Hate you, kidding.

I don’t want to think about anything but work. I get through my day ignoring the ache I feel in my heart. I want to call Gabriel so bad, I want to hear his voice. I want to see his face but I can’t. I sit at my desk trying not to remember our night together, the way he touched me, kissed me, and the way he felt inside of me. No man has ever made me feel like that. It’s like he touched the deepest part of me and I can’t undo the mark he left on me. If I sit still long enough I can smell him, I still remember the feel of his skin on mine. My heart aches for him, so I ignore it or should I say I try.

With a sigh I bent over to search for it, my hands swept under the frame until it landed on something, far smoother and sturdier than the dainty perfume. Curious I pulled it out to find a tome, ‘white wolves, history and Demise’ It was easy to see how the maid could have missed it since it was hidden deep into the frame. It must have been important to her, with that thought I flipped open the page to find a handwritten note. ‘the story isn't complete. I will make sure to. My people will be remembered as innocents in this game of destruction.”