To My Dearest Historia Novels & Stories

That's why I was no longer interested in what people said or wrote. I only believed in old books. I was also interested in what had happened in the past. My thoughts went to Titian, who had recently finished studying history. I'd often talked to him about things that people didn't care about. 'It's in the past' was said again and again.

Despite his words, I couldn't stop the tears as they uncontrollably fell from my eyes. “ Do you forgive me? Do you forgive me for hurting you?" He begged. “ It’s not your fault, Giovanni. I love you and I don't care about the past . All that matters to me is our future together with our children. " I stared at his eyes that laid out all his emotions bare for me to see.

I wait until I’m left on my own. I walk forward and move to my knees and bow my head. My hands shake as I place them on my madre’s and papa’s resting place. “Madre, papa, sono io il tuo piccolo tesoro. Mamma, hai realizzato il tuo desiderio. Ora sono Donna, la prima nella storia. Auguro a te e papa di essere qui per guidarmi. Mi mancate entrambi cosi tanto. Voglio bene all atua mamma, papa. Veglia su di noi e guidaci a essere migliori. Finche non ci incontreremo di nuovo.” (Mother, father, it’s me, your little tesoro. Mom, you have got your wish. I am now Donna, the first in history. I wish you and dad were here to guide me. I miss you both so much. I love you, mom, dad. Watch over us and gu

He was surprised but hugged me back and that was when I realized what I was doing. "I'm sorry,I shouldn't have..."I apologized, trailing off. "It's okay"he assured me "Where next historian of this century" I said playfully "The place of the dead"

"Please babe... let's talk and trash this thing ones and for all ... come open and let me in please ... you know I truly love you, right ... ? " In anger, Shane stood up again and went back to the door, saying ... " What is your problem ... ? Please leave me alone ... go meet your boyfriend for I know he is your boyfriend ! " Mira then replied ... "Believe me please... he is not my boyfriend Shane... you are the only man in my life, trust me ! "

Luisa suddenly said. "What is it?" Luisa said the words she had prepared, "Tasya is my friend. She just cried to me and said that she made a mistake yesterday and kept crying and begging me to help her beg for mercy. Yoseph, can you do it on my account. . . " "Your friend? Luisa, when did you become friends with Tasya? Are your requirements for choosing friends so low? I remember when Archie and I first started Civada, you looked down on Tasya." Yoseph laughed sarcastically and mercilessly.

Althea stood at the mirror admiring the necklace. "This is beautiful." I laughed. "Are you okay now? You gave us a fright." "I'm fine. Have you seen Lily around?" "The doormat? I did see her. She was receiving a scolding though." "That's not nice. Lily is not a doormat she's just fragile." "Whatever you say" I spent the day in the library reading about lycans and werewolves. I just finished reading a book about their history. It wasn't very detailed. I returned the book to the shelf when the doors opened. A blue dress stood with her head bowed.

Said nothing. Just smiled, the real one, the one that reached all the way to his eyes, and pulled me into him properly, both arms, my head against his chest, his chin resting on the top of my head the way it had a hundred times before and would, I understood now with complete certainty, a thousand times more. The drawer was not a no. It was simply where I kept the things that mattered most until I was ready to take them out and hold them properly. In my own time.

"Then why are we looking at an empty map?" Professor Hassan smiled faintly. "Because… My grandfather left me one final journal." He carefully opened a weathered leather notebook. The pages were yellow with age, even many had begun to crumble. "I wasn't even aware it existed." He turned to the final entry. Written in faded ink were the words: 'There is one king whose history could never be erased.' Maritza's heartbeat quickened. Professor Hassan continued reading. 'His tomb does not hide because it is lost.'

Enoch opened his laptop and drafted the cover email for her employment letter; keeping it precise, he wrote till the bottom of it and added, I can't wait to see you, my dearest cousin. He left them on purpose, wanting her to read them and remember their incomplete conversation. He sent it. Then he closed the laptop and spent the rest of the ruminating on her drunk call. Suffice to say, he did not sleep a wink.