Triste Realidad Novels & Stories

Until I realized how deformed my life was. I loved a man, who made me see how life could be messy and complicated. I loved a man, who taught me how living can be harsh and scary. That sometimes, the Thank You, I'm Sorry and I Love You sounds so empty, sounds void. That kindness and goodness would take you nowhere. He made me see the other side of the world, its darkest reality. And it includes Him.

A reality. ______________________________________

C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E T The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before. — Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter ~ “That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.” I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.

“Leave me alone! I’ve had enough!” Footsteps sounded behind me, slow and unhurried, as if they already knew I wouldn’t get far. I spun around. “Don’t follow me!” Draven raised both hands. “Relax. We aren’t chasing you.” “Then stay away from me!” “We’re trying,” he said, lips twitching. “You just keep making it difficult.” “How am I making anything difficult?” “By refusing to accept reality.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Reality? My parents were murdered. My husband disappeared. Two identical men keep telling me I married neither of them, and now you’re talking about another world. You don’t get to lecture me about reality.”

Randy had built around her. Maya said she regretted it deeply. She hated her own stupidity and hated that she had not been firm enough. But she also knew it was too late to say any of that now. I opened the later letters one by one. Almost all of them were Maya reminiscing when we were still dating. Those beautiful memories now seemed so unreal. I believed Maya's love for me in those moments had been real, and I also believed her current regret was real. But I had already let go.

I said about leaving. " Where to? " " Their door post of course" " Melanie it's disrespectful " " Dad its also disrespectful to make a an owner if a property or a home a beggar, well this isn't rude or disrespectful just showing them that without them we can survive, we can still do thing they feel we can't" " She is your mom after all" " Dad she isn't my mom, my mom died fourteen een years ago, I only have a father" I said and left.

“Bastard! You are insane!! JESUS CHRIST!!!” I yelled, clutching my shot arm.He moved closer.“I want to finish you off but I won’t sully my hands with the blood of an individual whose heart is as hard as a stone, who’s selfish enough to think only about himself. Look around you, Reece. No one is coming to save you, you have nobody, your walls are crumbling down and...” he shot my other arm.I shrieked, whimpering and grunting as the pain was unbearable.“... you are going to die painfully.”

"Are you alright? Do you feel any better? I looked at her coldly and said nothing. She wrung her hands nervously as she explained, "Marcus was traumatized by the accident. I've been staying with him this whole time, so…" Under my unwavering gaze, her words faltered, and she trailed off awkwardly. "Listen. It all happened so fast, and Marcus was closer to me. I just reacted on instinct…" Jessica paused, seemingly searching for the right words. "I didn't know you would get hit."

The anguished reality of the situation crashed over her like a relentless wave, leaving her breathless in its wake. The room, once a place of bewildering mystery, now became a haunting backdrop to her personal nightmare. The silence was broken only by the echo of her own stifled sobs, the pain of loss intensifying the physical and emotional constraints that bound her to the chair. In the face of this unimaginable tragedy, Ashley clung to the shreds of strength within her, her heart heavy with grief and her spirit trembling on the precipice of despair. The cruel revelation hung in the air like a malevolent specter, casting a shadow over the once-familiar contours of her life, leaving her to g

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa