Novel & Cerita Triste Realidad

Sighing, he looked sorrowfully into my eyes, "I had no choice." “Oh, that’s utter bullshit,” I said. “Of course you had a choice. But you knew I wouldn’t agree to marry you if you had opened up sooner. You tricked me into this and now you’re trying to play a safe game. You’re only doing this because your own guilt is eating you alive and you believe being honest with me now will help ease it.”

I refused to believe that the bastard Camille was winning, or may have already won. Refusing to believe it was her dried blood I was seeing, I refused to believe everything, but no matter how I tried to convince myself, the cruel truth of reality kept on stabbing me in the chest, until it broke my heart into complete pieces. "Never, it can't be" Touching her dried blood, salty wet tears escaped my eyelids, before finally bursting out. Countless of watery sadness flowing down my cheeks, the reality was something so cruel, that it was capable of ruining me completely.

All we ever had was mutual respect. Natalie frowned. "You're free to fall for anyone, including a married man. But if you have a conscience, you should keep it to yourself and not bring a family to ruin. "You're the reason Dr. Blackwell can never hold a scalpel again, and the reason Mrs. Blackwell is mentally ill. Please wake up…. You have a future most people can only dream of." Zora's smile held a trace of grief. She looked at Natalie one last time, closed her eyes, and spread her arms wide to fall backward.

Stella, Kai looks so handsome tonight.... I don’t know how lucky I am to have someone like him interested in me. My mind is so messed up, I can’t distinguish between reality and imagination anymore. I’m seeing that asshole everywhere, even when he’s not really there, and my dreams are getting worse... and worse. Nowadays, I cry more than I smile. I just want this nightmare to be over so I can move on with my life and be a normal teenager again.

I scream as I hold on tightly to my mom’s hand. I finally find my voice. “Please do something, it hurts.” “I am sorry baby, I can’t.”, she says with a forlorn look in her eyes as she runs her hands through my hair- she does that to calm me down. “What is happening, mom?”. I ask, sniffing. “Your supposed mate is having sex.”, she clarifies. “What can I do? This pain is unbearable.”, I say as more tears escape my eyes. “You have to accept his rejection, honey.”

I choked out, "Jake, is it really you? Are you Jake?" He woke up completely then, reaching over to switch on the bedside lamp. Concern filled his eyes as he asked me, "Of course, it's me. What's with the waterworks, babe?" I touched his face with trembling fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin to reassure myself this wasn't a dream. "I think… I had a really, really long nightmare. In it, you disappeared, and nobody in the world remembered you. I even married someone else—" Jake laughed softly and pulled me into his arms. "You silly fool. Dreams are always the opposite of reality. I'm right here. I've always been here."

KATRINA "I wish, we can be like this forever." She said wholeheartedly. "Bitch, forever does not exist. Dream on!" "You really know how to ruin the good atmosphere, Kat!" "I'm just saying the truth, Tina." "What truth? That forever doesn't exist? You know what? If forever really does not exist it shouldn't be in the dictionary in the first place." "Dictionary has it but people don't have it." I said in contrary and rolled my eyes.

--- Because this— --- Was not a variable it could optimize. --- Not a function it could solve. --- Reality— --- Could not exist without uncertainty. --- Without risk. --- Without the possibility of loss. --- The chains flickered. --- Subtle. --- But undeniable. --- “Reality can be simulated,” the system replied. --- A pause. --- “Without inefficiency.” --- Elena shook her head once. --- “No.” --- A beat. --- “That’s not reality.” --- The space around them trembled.

"Isabella Moretti, eight weeks pregnant. Due to severe emotional distress and external trauma, she miscarried." "No... That's impossible!" Enrico let out a low roar, his eyes bloodshot, unable to believe what he was seeing. He remembered my pale face that morning. He remembered my voice on the phone, so weak he could barely hear it. A wave of intense regret drowned him instantly. "Where is she? Where did Isabella go?" Enrico rushed out of the bedroom and grabbed a passing maid by the arm, his voice hoarse with fury. The madness in his eyes terrified the maid so badly that she could barely speak.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too