Triste Realidad の小説・ストーリー

But because of this power and struggling for throne, adding my stupidity in the past made my family faced the tragic and miserable ending in their life. In this life, I swear I will never lose again from someone and end up dying pathetically. The end I experienced once, is not where the curtains will fall down. Instead it is where my curtains will rise up and show to them that this woman will perform a magnificent play for them to be entertained. I will be the one who will have the last stand in this second life.

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!]

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

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.

"The climax has happened. The 'Real World' has been reached. And there is nothing more boring than a character who has everything they want." "What are you saying?" I asked, a cold dread filling me. "The ink isn't fueled by your will, Kaima. It’s fueled by their **Interest**," she said. "When the stream hits zero... when the last person looks away... the 'Reality' they wrote for you will vanish. You won't go back to being toys. You’ll just be... **Unwritten**." I looked at my hands. They were starting to flicker. My skin was turning transparent.

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.

Maybe what is true for your eyes it's a lie in reality. *******************************

I was wrong, I don't know myself. All the facts, I admit it. Is it possible? Could this be the end for us. Game feeling really makes you crazy. This is not die conscience. This is my passion. Ket's see together. We are trapped. I cry. ******

It won't happen again since I won't let us meet anymorr. "Thank you," she sincerely said although it really feels fake. "Seriously, what messed up your mine?" I went back to reality when I heard Azaia's voice. I looked at for a moment and a fake smile crept into my face. "I'm scared of being played, Azaia. He fucked and planned to impregnate me even though he's already in a relationship. Isn't he an asshole? I'm scared that he's trying to take revenge about something he thought I did when it didn't even happen," I explained.

I find the trail of loss, the trail of blood, the trail of pain. I find the trail of paper. I find the trail of betrayal. I find the betrayal of paper. I find the betrayal of everything. The realization is immediate, but not complete, never complete, never complete, never complete. It settles over me, the soft quiet of certainty, the soft quiet of grief, the soft quiet of truth, of truth.