What I Wouldn't Give Mga Nobela at Kwento

“𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢, �

Just imagine the limited edition of the book you really want is already within your reach but our boss doesn't want to give it to you. He raised his eyebrows at me."Nah, money can't buy happiness. Try hard to get this book. I gave it as a gift to you earlier but you didn't want..." "I didn't notice! I didn't know it was a limited edition! Just give the freaking book to me!" Oh my gosh! I am so mad, I really don't want someone who doesn't give me what I want! Of course. "No, Evianna. I won't." He said more and stuck out his tongue at me.

"Yeah. And what's worse, he didn't give me a reason why he doesn't want to anymore. We were okay yesterday. I can't think of anything I did to make him feel that way." "Then, just give up," he said, and I looked at him. "It's probably because of him. He surely has a reason why he said that. If it's because he doesn't like you or he has other reasons, it's not your fault." What if he doesn't like me as his friend anymore? Of course, I should just give up. I can't please everyone. But what if he has other reasons? I can't just give up like that. I'm not the type to give up on someone like that.

"I, I'm sorry... "I'm disappointed in you, Fernando, you're going to be twenty-five and you're still living your life as if nothing in the world matters more than women," I try to protest, but his cold eyes tell me I shouldn't. I want you in France, I will give you the company that is there for you to manage, and work hand in hand with the manager in charge. I lower my head, annoyed and happy at the same time, because it would be the first time my father has given me a company. I'm tired of being a puppet. I'm the only one of the triplets who isn't given a company to manage one hundred percent.

Sofia asked me. What would I do? I hadn’t even thought about that kind of thing before. Rubbing my chin, I pondered my answer carefully because I couldn’t really decide on the spot. "Well, honestly, I don’t know. Maybe I'd reject them?" I admitted, feeling unsure but sticking to my initial instinct. They gave me a surprised look. "Why? It’s an opportunity, you know!" I struggled to find a reason, so I tried to defend my answer. "W-well, I don’t think it’s possible for me to be invited by some teams. I don’t think I'm outstanding enough, I guess."

“I have nothing to give them.” That was the line that did it. Not because it was cruel. Because it was true enough to feel like blood. I had given Vandwood enough already. My blood. My tears. My silence. My dignity. My childhood. My mother’s sacrifices. My place in the world, twisted and cut and pared down so often I had almost learned to call the shrinking normal. I should not have to keep giving.

Not when I was still trying to survive every day without falling apart. A part of me wondered—what would happen next? Would he try again? Was he the kind of man who would just take? It doesn’t matter how softly he talked. It doesn’t matter how sweetly he smiled. I couldn’t give something I didn’t have. And no gift in the world could change that.

"Will you keep using your power to share with your friends or ... will you give it up?" "Give it up?" I asked, taken aback by the very idea. "Wow... I never even considered that. ... Like I said, it's just not as great when there's nobody to share it with. ... Maybe I will do that. Maybe I'll just ... I don’t, keep it on a 'shelf' or something until I need to really use it." "But you wouldn't abuse it, right? I mean, you haven't used it to ... do anything bad?"

“I don’t get it. Why are you giving up everything?” “I’m not sure what part you aren’t getting about all of this. I love Hailey. I want Hailey. The money doesn’t matter. I’ve told you that several times. And I wasn’t making it up. I really love her, and I don’t need money to be happy—I need her.”

She no longer looks at me like I’m the best thing in the whole world, and that hurts…so much. More than I want to admit. “Do you want to give up?” Mom asks. The answer is “No.”