Triste Realidad Novels & Stories

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

And as I grieved, as I allowed the waves of sorrow to wash over me, I realized that sometimes dreams had a way of transcending the boundaries of sleep, seeping into the realm of reality with a cruelty that was hard to comprehend. As the tears flowed, as the grief consumed me, I couldn't help but wish that I had the power to turn back time, to undo the tragedy that had befallen us. But the reality remained stark and unchanging—the man I loved was gone, and I was left to navigate a world that had lost its light.

Hailee pouted sarcastically, “You two can finally be together now. . . how disgusting,” “You know what Hailee, I’ve had enough with your bullshit. You think you’re this perfect girl, but in reality. . . you’re a sad case. I mean come on, you’re so desperate for some affection you had to get from a fifteen-year-old. You’re a slut who doesn’t think about anyone but herself. You’ve treated me like shit my whole life, but I brushed it off because I thought you were my “friend”, but no. You’re a loser, and you deserve to drop fucking dead,” I glared at her and she looked at me furiously.

Kathleen's hand trembled and her lips moved but nothing came out. "What are you doing?" Vince spread his hands on either side of his body in frustration. He had to get her the hell out of here, Vivian was coming. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed hysterically. The weight of her situation suddenly fell upon her like a stone and crushed whatever was left of her composure. “I am ruined!” "I am not doing anything to you. I never promised I would marry you. Did I?” He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk.

Luka was after all the only married guy in the suite. "I don't speak English too well." Luka laughed softly. "I will translate.." Eric added. "Where ever needed." "Don't worry, I'm sure we will all make out what you will be saying." Nick replied. "Okay. I meet my wife in supermarket. She forget her money so I offer to pay everything. Not because she was beautiful lady but because I know how it feel to be embarrassed in big shop with lots of people when card decline." Luka explained. "Freaking gentleman over here." Tristan cheered.

Or is there something more behind that icy mask of his? I set my plate aside, my appetite waning “This marriage isn't real and though it helps me the most honestly, it still bothers me.” “Well it's as real as the contract you signed,” Adrian said almost in a whisper. “Fortunately reality sometimes isn't always as cruel as we make it out to be…it's just different than what we imagined” I couldn't respond to that so I sat in silence, staring at the rest of my food trying to take all Adrian just said in.

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]

I leave nothing out, I tell her about the conversation I had with her wolf, how she told me Adriana somehow is the one that unites something that she was born to be, something she was given and something she is forced to be. Teresa’s eyes widen and Ximena gasps audibly. “Luna de la Trinidad.” They both say softly. I have no idea what they are talking about. “What do you mean, explain yourself.” I say curtly. My patience is already running thin, I hate being in the dark about something.

"You know what, I'm not in the mood to talk, just send the hundred to my personal account. Okay? Let me not be angrier than I am with you." I sink to the floor and watch him leave the room in his cargo pants and black tee shirt that has 'Wicked' emblazoned across the back. It is what he is, wicked. Abdul is surely showing the real him. Song for the chapter- Best thing I never had (Beyonce)

We both cried in sorrow. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. I wiped the tears on his face. "I couldn't fight for us." "Let me fight for you, for us," he replied. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have trusted Aae. I should have come back...if I know it's a fake wedding then..." he sighed. "Fuck Aae." "It's too late for that Zack. We can never change the past." I smiled a little. "So, let us just make this day-"