Yerno Abandonado Novels & Stories

“Why mama, why? Why did you open up about my past in this way? What I am supposed to do now? Should I call my dad to let him know about us or should I just forget? Does he at all deserve my love or my affection or do I belong to him?” Myra’s sob reached extreme but there was no one to pat on her head or to console her. Since her childhood, she craved a complete family, no matter what. But today when she got the chance to know about everything, she is in a dilemma. A choice of having let her father know about her existence or a choice of staying alone forever. She doesn’t remember when the last time she saw her father did. But how could she forget a person who abandoned her mother and her? If

Ever since the device. Amy has been living with an abusive father since the seventh grade. Her father's name is Chase Sinclair, He's nothing but a monster, a drunkard, he can't even hold a job. So Amy didn't blame her mother for devoicing him. She knew her parent's marriage wouldn't last long, cause they did nothing but shout and scream at each other. Before all this madness, They used to be madly in love with each other. Until one night when my mother caught dad sleeping with another woman in their bedroom. She stood there, as she covered her mouth with shock. All colors left Roslyn Sinclair face pale. After seeing her husband Chase Sinclair bedding another woman. That same night her mothe

Another notification popped up on my phone screen this time around it was a text from Dorothy, my best friend. “EVELYN, CODE 5050” Her message was written in bold caps. It was our emergency code. We usually use the CODE 5050 when something bad has happened. My mind jogged back to my mum's text. Slowly, I placed the pieces together. Was dad really in danger?

My legs like two frozen stakes under these pajamas that weigh the weight of a shipwreck. The city no longer belongs to me. It has become this immense, foreign beast that spits in my face and whose codes I no longer even possess. I am naked , not just of clothes, but of bearings, of shelter, of name. And all I can do is wait for this moment that will perhaps come, or not, with that absurd fear that he changed his mind, that he will leave me there, planted, ridiculous, before the whole world. And yet he comes.

Nora closed the medicine cabinet with a sigh. The pills were nearly over. She sat on her bed and thought about how far she’d come. She had early memories of travelling all around the world with her gypsy parents. The carnivals, circuses, parades. Endless nights in the Sahara Desert and the pure, unadulterated joy of seeing the pyramids. Travelling by ship to India and seeing the grand splendor of Taj Mahal. The journey that was worth the exhaustion when they saw Machu Pichu. Those had been good days. But soon, too soon, trouble had arrived. Their happy little gypsy community turned in on itself. And that wretched, fateful night when a drunken brawl led to the death of her beloved father and

It is when your parents or people so close to you do not even give you a listening ear. They feel so right in everything they do. That is why so many children feel unloved and abandoned All these while I felt relaxed that my mom would hear me out but, she just disappointed me so badly. I do not think I can ever trust her and tell her anything. Ever! This would be my last mistake. After she left and went to prepare for work, I just laid in bed helplessly. I needed to get this out of me. I could not call my dad because he will not even answer my call.

I'd always been comfortable with the dark night blanketed the world in and didn't hesitate to follow the scent, using it as a trail, following in my mate's path. ​After a few minutes, frustration made itself known next to the happiness. I felt as if I was running in circles, tracking someone who'd passed the same route twice or maybe thrice. Taking me up and then down again, until I was led to a road that didn't have a speck of light. ​I pause for a moment, hesitance building as I look down the road that housed abandoned buildings. No one with two brain cells would go down this road unless the route was unavoidable. I hoped my mate wasn't an idiot.

It felt as if she was going to run all night. When her legs could no longer carry her she collapsed on the stairs of an old abandoned catholic church. She looked up at the building, it was beautiful in an old, dark, gothic kinda way. On top of one of the stipels stood a cross, and Abigail wondered if there really was a God, and if so why had he allowed so many messed up things to happen to her. Distracted by her own thoughts, Abigail didn’t hear the church doors open, she jumped at the sound of a man's voice.

I kneeled beside the boy and helped him to his feet. I knew who he was, a wandering pup who often slept around this part of town. Rumor had it that when he was born, a witch prophesied he’d bring misfortune to everyone around him. So, his father, enraged, had slashed his face with a wolf’s claw and abandoned him. The old man who had taken him in had died not long ago, leaving the boy to fend for himself on the streets.

Her gaze moved over the abandoned hall they sat in, the dark, ugly walls, the broken chairs stacked in a corner, the space that once was filled with smiling people. “This place, it was my father’s. He owned it back when things were going well for him, for us.” Jace’s jaw tightened. He already knew where this was going, but he chose to remain silent to avoid stopping her. Clara’s voice cracked as she continued, tears sliding slowly down her cheeks. “After his fall from power, after the humiliation, everything crumbled. He lost the financial strength to keep the place alive," she stopped as a sob broke through. Jace just watched carefully. Then, she continued. "People stopped coming. The money