Triste Realidad Novels & Stories

“She’s desperate, can’t you see? She’s paired up with the Discarded Heir. It’s perfect, isn't it? The loser who couldn't keep her husband and the son who couldn't keep his father’s money. They’re both scraps.” A cruel ripple of laughter broke out. The "vultures" had found their meat. “She can’t even keep Tristan even with a pretty face,” Sarah mocked, emboldened by Tina’s outburst. “I guess some things can’t be fixed with a surgeon’s knife, right Marissa?” “The Loser and the Discarded Heir,” Marcus chuckled, raising his glass mockingly. “A match made in the bargain bin. Welcome back to the real world, you two. Hope you enjoyed your five minutes of feeling like you belonged.”

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.

The tease was gone from his eyes, blown out like a gust of wind on a candle flame. He cleared the space between us and tipped my chin up so I faced him squarely. “Welcome to the real world, where you learn that everything comes with a price. Providing an escape from Tristan was a service that, sadly for you, attracts a f*e, which you have no option but to pay.” I grated my teeth hard enough to keep the burning tears from spilling. “Never. This is…this is just a bad dream. I’m going to sleep and wake up and realize—”

For the first time, I realized—I was done. Even without Elaine in the picture, Travis already made it known that he couldn’t offer me anything more. It was my delusions that kept my going. And now that I have been thrust back into reality, I’ve realized how pointless it was to chase a man who would never fully give all of him. A fresh wave of tears spilled down my cheeks as I turned the phone away. I cried myself to sleep, hoping that when I wake up the next day, my heart will feel a lot less heavy.

I еnd uр thinking іt’ѕ mе, and that іt’ѕ always gоіng to bе me. Thе truth іѕ, I’m juѕt being indulgent wіth thіѕ trаіn оf thоught. It’s easy tо be thе vісtіm whеn I dоn’t want tо fасе reality. I ѕhоuld ѕnар оut оf it. On a mоrе practical lеvеl, I’m happy hе’ѕ not here to bе awkward with.

When her eyes were squeezed dry she sat there hugging herself and muttered, “Welcome to the Reality.” Sia blamed herself for that day. If she had not run into the forest her uncle would be still with her. This guilt kept eating her. This was the reason she was never able to feel happiness. She kept herself busy and whenever she had time she would lose herself in a book. This was her way of coping with everything that happened. For her being lost in a fictitious world was a way of avoiding the scalding reality.

I was in excruciating pain, but my pride wouldn't allow me to shed a single tear. Xavier leaned against the sofa, laughing coldly. "It seems like in those two years you were away, you couldn't find anyone else. No one wanted you even when you were given away for free, Mia Frank, you're truly pitiful." I refused to show weakness. "I wouldn't give myself to anyone, especially not to you, Xavier Quinn. You make me sick." He turned his head, his eyes reddening as he glared at me. "I've never met a woman as stubborn as you. Would it kill you to say something nice?

Today he thinks it turns out to be a mere consolation. "So, I already feel useless living in this world. I have tried many ways to make my dreams come true. But why is it so difficult for me to live with Sophia? It seems God doesn't want to take sides this time." The man lowered his head. His eyes were closed because of the pain. "I was stupid, Pa. I was too reckless. Too evil and cruel. Now? Of course, there wasn't the slightest answer from the gravestone in front of Tristan. He deliberately did this to lighten the load while venting the tightness crushing his chest cavity. "Pa, Ma," Tristan called again. "Tell God to call me right away. I'd rather go with you than be lonely like now." Tris

This is our flaw - we are too perfect for each other, unable to deal with glaring defects, holding each pain in our throats just to maintain mistrust instead of building something solid between us. Now with my back to the sea that reminds me so much of your irises I feel the tears falling, my throat closed as even your gaze and like a ghost with every step. I am hungry, desirous, thirsty, but the one capable of feeding each of my soul's desires is too far away in his fantasies unable to provide the vision of reality to himself. How does one get lost within his convictions until he is blind to reality? Is this how truth dies?

Jaiden walked back to the table taking his pen and again engrossed himself in the work. LUNA The bus was moving steadily on the road heading to the forest. The road leading to the destination was a clean wide one surrounded by the rows of trees. The vegetation density kept increasing as they keep going ahead. The weather was also pleasant with sun shining through the clouds. Trisha and Nina were watching some episodes of one of their favourite teen drama sharing the earphone. They were completely into the scene on the screen while I was still gazing out of window. I have no interest in those they just hype up your standard always making you feel incomplete.