Novelas y relatos de Una Boda Y Otros Desastres

She was practically bubbling with excitement as she said, "Nina, I've got huge news! Harold and Leila broke up. It's all over the entertainment headlines back home! You should check it out!" I swiftly checked the social media. Sure enough, their names were trending at the very top. When I tapped on the first headline, it showed me a post consisting of a six-page-long statement written by Leila. The entire post was basically her accusing Harold of using her and then discarding her. She even accused him of domestic abuse during their marriage and of extorting her. There were also several photos showing injuries that she claimed Harold had inflicted on her person. The pictures showed her lying

"Twelve hostiles down. Zero casualties on our side." "They’re undisciplined," I say, wiping a speck of dust from my lapel. I lean back in the seat as the van pulls away, merging seamlessly into the Queens traffic. I check my phone. A text from Eve. I found the shipping manifest. The container wasn't lost. It was mislabeled. Also, I’m bored. When are you coming home? I stare at the message. The duality of my life is jarring. One minute I’m standing in a burning club surrounded by dead men, the next, I am discussing shipping manifests and my wife’s boredom.

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

“I overheard that man. He canceled the marriage with you, didn’t he?” Heat flushed my cheeks. Shame. Deep, humiliating shame. My dignity had just been torn apart in public, and now a stranger had witnessed it. “I—” “No need to feel ashamed,” he interrupted quickly, his voice steady and calm. “Coincidentally, I also came here to cancel my marriage. My fiancée never showed up. Looks like we share the same problem. So… what if we just marry each other?” My eyes widened. His words were so direct, so blunt.

The only redeeming feature I can claim is the light grey hue of my eyes. So, I don’t actually look good, more like absurdity bottled up making a ‘Dawn Amber Mccoy’. “Is Mr. Eldorado here yet?” I kept on asking but no one knew where he was. I called him finally getting tired of it but ended up texting him. ME: Where are you? Am I supposed to marry myself? UNKNOWN: Someone’s excited, for a marriage that is forced. His replies were still as grumpy as possible. Only I was doing all the worrying about this unethical engagement.

I murmured. “You little brat! How could you forget to even use birth control pills? You're so doomed, Laura!” Rena nagged again and I brawled. I'm honestly doomed, aren't I? “You aren't helping, Rena. You should be consoling me and giving me ideas of what next to do instead of nagging me. Fine, I accept it's my mistake, I fucked up. I really did,” I cried out. Jeez, I looked like a miserable person.

He was such a fun person to be around and we became friends that very day. By the time I returned home, I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was dive under my covers and sleep, but soon learnt that that day would change everything. When I got home, I found the house locked, with all the furniture out of sight from outside, with a sold sign proudly standing on the dry lawn. The panic I felt that day shook my world. The thoughts that plagued my mind threatened my sanity as I wondered where my aunt had gone while hoping that she was alright. After a few minutes, I don't know what made me go to the mailbox, but I did. I opened it and found a letter with a key from my aunt. She had left with a new

"I'm sorry. I didn't notice." I apologize to them. I need to act normal. It's like nothing happened. Maybe because what else do they think? "Didn't notice? Come on, Allysa Chloe what's the problem? You've been a fool for a while now and you seem out of your mind. Maybe you want to share something, we are here to listen?" Bea asked me. Maybe this is the perfect time for me to share with them what happened last night. "You know, in the beginning, I used to laugh at the movies and romance novels that have a fixed marriage thing and then have a happy ending. It's so impossible, right?"

Astra's pov: I tried to dodge him. He was too quick. All I could do was turn around. Ugh! He got me. Blood gushed down my back. It hurt so bad. Blood! More blood now. It made me nauseous. Why was all this happening? I couldn't hold back my tears. What hurt me more than the wound on my back was all that was happening around me. Dad tried so hard to make us a peaceful pack. He died for it. Was it meaningless?

She sighed again, this time louder and heavier than before, attracting Orlando's attention. She looked up from the puppy at her feet, wiggling her eyebrows as she asked, "Are you okay, Marybeth? No, she wasn't okay. In fact, she hated the constant state of conflict she'd been thrust into ever since she married Austin. She wished she could reset the clock to a month ago, when the only thing in her life that was even remotely complicated was deciding whether she should swipe right or left on her Tinder and Hot Connexions matches. But she couldn't trouble a six-year-old with her past self's nice life problems. So she crouched down and patted Orlando's head, nodding, "I'm okay, Orly, but we have