Two Peoples Novels & Stories

Chloe's pov: I followed the strange looking persons and they were starting to act creepy. They were about four of them and I really wondered why they looked different. In Marazona, they were no such kind of people there. They looked really different from the way I look and the way the people of Marazona looked. As we continued to work,on The stange looking persons would occasionally glance and at my body. The stare was something that held so much and I haven't seen any body in Marazona stare at someone that way.

"Then we give it to them. We finish this, Vivienne. We finish it so that when they say their vows, they aren't looking over their shoulders." ​"And us?" she asked, stepping into his arms. ​Roman pulled her close, the scent of the mountain wind and the fading sun clinging to them both. "Us? We're the ones who make sure the world stays away. We’re the Ghost and the Bride, remember? We don't just find peace. We defend it."

The scandal had only begun. And somewhere in the shadows, the person responsible was waiting for the two men to destroy each other. They had made one mistake. They had underestimated what happened when two broken people stopped fighting each other— And started fighting the world instead

Alexander offered. "Yes, please." I whispered to him. I really wanted to know more about this place. He cleared his throat, opening his mouth to give me the story. "Centuries ago, there was a massive war that carried out within the human race. This war was known worldwide, even without the fancy smartphones they have now. There were two sides, and people were forced to fight for a side. You either fought for the East or the West side. Nobody really knew what caused the conflict, but the leaders of the war used to be close before it all happened. When the truth came out, most people sided with the West side." Alexander said.

she said and I looked them over again. " the guys are pretty handsome though but I can see that they are typical bimbos " I said and made my lips into a grim line.. " so where is the number one popular group " I asked and Alex grinned before batting her eye lashes.. " oh I'm getting there Betty.. Patience is the key " she said and I gave her an odd look before smiling.. " there! " she cried out pointing to the table just opposite us, geez don't burst my ear drums visha.. I think I could count like five guys and four girls...

Even if she liked Jing Yue and wished to pursue a relationship with him in the future, he shouldn’t control her from making friends out of her own accord. “Okay. You have half an hour then,” she typed hastily. He sounded a little emotional. “Hi!” “Uh, hi.” Now, what did people talk about these days? Movies? Books? Cars? The weather? “How are you doing today?” “I’m totally fine!” she faked a laugh. She didn’t know how to begin a conversation, but Marvel seemed to know what to say. He continued by talking about the condition of a rumoured epidemic in several countries. “Ah, Hart X?” she shrugged. “Do you think it has a chance to strike our city?”

She stood in the circle. Looked at fifty-two people. “An institution records something,” she said. “A community tells a different story about the same event. Both versions exist.” She held the room. “We’re not going to resolve that today. We’re not going to resolve it this semester. We might not resolve it in any of our lifetimes.” A pause. “We’re going to understand why both are true. And why that matters for every room you’ll ever sit in or build.” The room held it.

she stands up in anger and my soul breaks. “There's never been an ‘us’?”, I scoff, “Lorraine we said we loved each other, we made promises…what about never breaking promises?” My voice breaks and tears trickle down my face. She remains silent and continues to cling to herself all while looking at her feet. I didn't know what to do or what to say, “say something?” I plead. “I'm sorry Matteo,” she finally looks up, “I just can't. We both have different paths, you in Photography and me…well me in my father's company. I have dreams Matteo, dreams that I just can't give up for…for lo..”

Elena was tired of having to explain herself to everyone, but what choice did she have at the moment? "There's nothing to explain, I just don't want to see the person who gave birth to me dying on a hospital bed. That's all." "Why? Why care about someone who doesn't care about you?" She breathed in to give a fitting answer but gave up, retreating into silence instead. They didn't understand. James and Evan were different kinds of people—people who eliminated, discarded, and replaced as they saw fit. Gathering courage, the journalist mused, more to herself than to the man himself: