Who Am I From Les Miserables Novels & Stories

Something inside me needs to break out. "He called me a gutter rat." "He was wrong," replies my Master, calmly. I wave over the rubble. "This is where I came from." "There´s no shame in coming from the gutter. Only in wanting to stay there. And you have your eyes fixed on the stars. Besides, this is not where you came from. You came from somewhere else. You were simply trapped here while you were a child. Do you know anything about your parents?" I shake my head. "You remember them at all?"

“It is actually an honor, even though it does not feel like one at times.” “Thank you for saying that,” I snuck a glance at her, “I am so thankful for having you as my mentor here.” “Well, we will be spending an awfully lot of time together,” she bursted into laughter. “So, where are you from?” Lady Jasmine, asked. “Louisiana,” replied, without turning back to her. I just wanted to be done with the dusting job. “Never heard of that land. Who is the King?” “Pardon?” Just when I thought my day had gained some semblance to normalcy, I got wrecked by what seemed like an innocent and genuine question.

“Yes, my mother lives in Paris and has more money than she knows what to do with, but all of that came from her second husband. A man I never lived with. I only used his address on my school and job applications because… Well, because… It’s an incredibly prestigious address.” I’m wholly unnerved, having to tell this man—this devastatingly handsome and affluent, royal, man—where I’m from, how I grew up. It’s downright painful. I existed in filth and poverty. I feared every morning and every night that the verbal assaults on the streets as I hurried to and from the bus would escalate beyond that. And a time or two, they nearly did. I reach for my glass once more. Try to get a steady airflow to

The moment has come to reveal the worst chapter of my existence. My throat feels raw from crying, but I force myself to speak. "Mrs. Mercier, I can never express how grateful I am for everything you've done for me. Without your kindness, I honestly don't think I would have survived. I think it's time I told you how I ended up on that bus and exactly who I was running from." Taking the deepest breath I can manage, I begin unraveling the story I've kept locked away. "I was born into what most people would consider a privileged life. My family had wealth, status, every material advantage imaginable. But I was raised to be nothing more than a perfect ornament, groomed from childhood to become an

“Where are you from? Don’t fuck with me. Who trained you for this? Who entered you into the Culling? Your master?” I shake my head. “I–I told you where I’m from. I wasn’t trained for this. I’m a captain in Queen Maeve’s royal army–” “Where are you from?” “I’m from the Deadlands, for fuck’s sake! I was taken off the shore of Teskha–”

She looked at me, a flicker of sadness in her eyes. She sat down beside me. "Your parents? Where are they now?" she inquired gently. "They are..." I looked down at the floor, unsure how to articulate the pain, what to say next. She seemed to understand, her brown hair falling softly around her face with the gentle breeze. "I'm sorry," she murmured, and I nodded, a silent acknowledgment of her empathy. "You must be wondering where I'm from. My mother is a close friend of Madame Evangeline, and I'm my mother's only child. They're spending so much time together today, so I thought it made sense to come keep you company, especially since Madame Evangeline wouldn't stop talking about you."

But one motioned with his head for me to follow them. So I walked through the gate and I passed a lot of makeshift houses and pretty crappy conditions to be living in before I got to a house right at the end of the area. A man was standing out the front waiting for me. "So, you're from Maine. What are you doing in New Orleans?" He asked.

she asked, curious. (Anna thought) French was my mother tongue; I was born in a quiet province in the north of France. My family and I had lived there until my father made some enemies because of his work. He was a lawyer and had sent some criminals to jail, who then decided to take revenge and started threatening him.

I told him "what about you?" "I'm from France and I have lived here ally life" "Wow, don't you want a change of environment?" I asked him "I would love to but it's going to be hard because of my business" "Okay". We talked about how we grew up and what our parents are like we also talked about business. "Are you here with someone or you came alone?"he asked "I came with somebody but the person is currently not around" I said not wanting to mention Ivan's name because I can't trust anybody here

’ He hid a smirk, he knew very well where she came from but he loved teasing her, ‘No, of course, I'm not, I’m English, from Manchester in the North West of England. I met Mylene at the all-girls boarding school where we were both abandoned by the people who should have cared for us but could not be bothered.' Lissa took a breath, she had not meant to give away so much information about Mylene and herself, and she bit her lip looking up at him through golden lashes,