Novel & Cerita Triste Realidad

That’s all they want, just money. I knew it, I shouldn’t have let history repeat itself. Can’t anyone just love me for who I am and not because of my money? What is the point of wealth if it is attached with betrayal, sadness, heartbreak, a life without LOVE! I’M DONE WITH THIS SHIT! PEOPLE ARE TERRIBLE!’ Oh my God… Tristan loves me?

The mask of fake sympathy was gone, replaced by a cold, elitist sneer. ​"So, you’re pregnant by some random guy?" Trina laughed, the sound harsh against the backdrop of the gray buildings. "You’re a whore, Raya. How pitiful for you, raising a child with a nameless father. You’re just another statistic in this slum."

I'm having a hard time trusting people these days. I let out a forced chuckle. "You care about me? No, you don't, you are just like them," I paused "Maybe even worse. How much do they pay you for sleeping with them?" I spilled without much thought in the state of anger, but I realized my mistake instantly.

Peter, Maybe when this letter reach you I was no longer here in Europe, my flight was tonight. I'm sorry that I will be doing these, you know me since the time that you court me. I'm sorry, for using you for my personal gained and you where just so dumb to notice it. I am ambitious man and I was not satisfied for what's happening to me, to us. You know that this was coming. I'm sorry. -Michael P.S. I take the money, I need it for a new start. Goodbye.

He just acts silly and makes his sorrow seem like a joke so she doesn't see the genuine anguish he's, in fact, in. The woman's chuckle became considerably more audible. "Mr. Florencio, your choice of words! Keep in mind that you're not only cursing a random man but the one and only love of my life,” Serena added in a sweeter voice. "Love of your life, my ass!" Serena didn’t say anything anymore but just laughed even more. Amazed. Olivia was frustrated silently. How does it feel to be unloved by someone you care so much about?

Andre even went so far as to yell, "Jane! I'm not dead. I'm your real fiancé, Andre! Come out and see me, Jane! I don't believe you've stopped loving me…" I opened the door and addressed everyone regretfully, "Look at this madman. He's delusional. Everyone knows my ex-fiancé died on the battlefield. How could he possibly be standing here now?" The crowd burst into laughter. "Exactly! How shameless of the Twilight pack to resort to such dirty tactics!" "In my opinion, Andre Ackhurst was never good enough for Jane anyway. His death is probably for the best. At least Jane stands a chance at happiness!" "Get lost! Don't stand in our way of courting Ms. Jane!"

“Why do you have a picture of them together?” He tries to sit up but the small effort brings discomfort to his fresh wound. His nose scrunches up in a grimace. “Remembrance. My brother’s dead, you see.” “I know. Killian told me.” Mia watches Roman carefully as the words leave her mouth. He has been open with her on how he feels about the guy and so is Killian. It’s no mystery that they hate each other’s guts but after her conversation with Killian, it seems to her that Killian’s hate runs on a deeper level.

My consciousness faded as I drifted through a series of shallow dreams, with countless memories swirling in my mind. When I finally opened my eyes again, it was the next morning. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently spilling onto the bed. I blinked and looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling. A sense of disorientation washed over me. "If death is like this, it doesn't seem that hard to accept," I murmured with a bitter smile. When Tyree arrived, he brought both good and bad news. "The abortion surgery went smoothly, but..."

I was scared of myself. “So, this time I went to the Philippines to find the real reason. I didn't want to hide the truth from you. It's just that I wanted more specific reasons to make the truth more reasonable. So, this time I was successful to find out the truth.”, She added. "So, what is it?", I asked. "You're a VIVF child.”, She said. "VIVF child?", I tilted my head. "Yes, a VIVF child. In your middle school you had studied about the term IVF, right?", She asked.

“She lied.” He made a sound low in his throat, something caught between a sob and a laugh, and I watched him press the heels of his hands against his eyes. “I loved her,” he said, and his voice cracked with words. “Or I thought I did. I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what was real.” “The baby is real,” I said gently. “Tristan’s child. That part wasn’t a lie.” He laughed again, that same hollow sound, and I heard the way it caught in his throat. “And what happens to them? When will this be over?”