Wajah Sedih Wanita 소설 & 이야기

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

“Carlie’s scheme is so vicious! She asked somebody else to destroy my face. This is more inhuman than asking the person to end me directly. Before this, Zachary wouldn’t even take a glance at me when my face was fine. He’ll only give me his disdainful looks after this incident, and he won’t change his mind and come back to me anymore! Boohoo... Jebediah, this time, it’s over for me! I’ll never be able to get back with Zachary ever again! Boohoo… Boohoohoo......” The woman’s painful sobs reverberated in the ward while Jebediah wanted to tell her that he would not despise her even if her face were to become ugly. He wanted to tell her that as long as she could be his wife, he would hold her in

Her face contorted with pain, her features twisted in sorrow as she struggled to articulate her feelings. "Why do I deserve this?" she sobbed, her voice choked with emotion. "Why must I find myself caught between my sister's happiness and my own suffering?" Her words resonated with raw vulnerability, each syllable heavy with the weight of her despair. Sarah's tears flowed freely, each droplet a silent testament to the agony she endured. She wiped them away with trembling hands, her fingers brushing against her cheeks as she fought to regain her composure. The room fell silent, the air heavy with the weight of Sarah's confession. The other women gathered around her, their expressions filled w

"My beautiful face has being ruined because of a stupid tradition." "It's all botched and swollen everywhere and I can barely recognize myself." I heard my mom's voice in my head. "A woman is not defined by her beautiful face but by what she carries and what impact she brings to the world." I smiled, it felt as though she was here with me even if those words were just memories of her daily words of wisdom to me. "My body is broken but my spirit is strong mom. But I can't help the rage coursing through my veins. Why do female wolves always have to be treated like trash?"

She's always at home and don't need the money, she ask them to buy her whatever it is that she needs. The woman smiled, showing her broken and brown coloured teeth. She smiled and patted Nana's head in an affectionate way. That's when Nana notice that the woman can't talk. Oh Allah! She felt the tears threatening to escape, her heart ached for the woman. She smiled at the innocuous woman, not wanting to cry in front of the woman to cause her more than she has in her plate.

Running Wadan came right near to her. He was in a very urgent meeting when because of Dawood calling he has to leave his meeting in the mid and quickly came out of there. Seeing the state of Hadia, Wadan felt as if someone has just pierced a knife in his heart. Her hair was completely scattered. Her mascara flowed from her eyes down her cheeks. Because of incessantly crying, her eyes become red shot. Wadan was not able to see Hadia in this state. "Hadia, my love, what happened? Why are you crying like this? Has someone offended you?"

Scanning the crowd, I search for the woman from the photo. After a minute or so, I set the playback to x2. There she is... Weeping into her hanky... Real tears? Who knows? Her eyes... and her true expression remains hidden behind sunglasses. But it's all there. The not-too-convincing wig, blonde this time... the heavy make-up... ... Some poor bastard she's with wraps arms around her, providing comfort to the poor bereaved senhora. Wonder who he is? That's his life-expectancy down the pan.

With slow movements, I walk towards the woman, and crouch a little so I can see her face, looking up at the tearful broken eyes of a she-wolf that has lost all hope. I saw myself. I saw Winter. "What do you mean?" I whisper, gulping as every cell in my body tells me not to ask. With trembling hands, the she-wolf gently lifts her t-shirt. The fingers prints marking her malnourished skin isn't what sickens me most, no, it's the jagged scars across her abdominal area. I felt my eyes water slightly, feeling her pain as if it is my own. How could they butcher innocent women like this?

��𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘨�

Her tears raced down both of her cheeks. Her real face was just revealed. There was a disparity between the woman in the picture and the person who posted it without a warning with a caption. "Dainiel Mendoza's real face, all her pictures are edited and fake. Don't believe anything she says about her pictures. They are all fake. Iws.” Angry and terrified, she threw her phone on the floor, flew into a rage, twirled her hair like a madwoman, and held her ears while laughing, crying, and screaming.