Histórico 소설 & 이야기

A walked towards him. “She is at the back.” he signalled to me. I gave him a thumbs up and walked towards the back of the plaza. After attending to another customer, Emma went to the back of the Plaza to clear her head for a little while. She heard some noise, she guessed the rush hour was here so she breathed out and try to regain her strength so she can go back to her post. Suddenly, the door knob clicked open. Emma thought it was her boss to scold her, she pressed her eye lids tightly shrinking at the thought of being shouted on but it was someone else entirely. Emma waited for a second, no word was uttered. She had to turn around to see who bumped in and there he was. She didn’t recogniz

Donna nodded in agreement before saying, "Yes. All employees too. They must know your history for the past 15 years but in personal cases, such as yours, they will go back further." I set down my coffee and calmly straightened out my blankets to avoid getting angry before I asked, "They?" I looked up at Donna and gave her a warning look before I asked, "Who are they?" Donna looked visibly uncomfortable. She stood up and placed the chair back before she said, "I think I should let Master Bo explain. He knows more about it than I do." She began to walk out of the room before I crossed my arms in frustration. I sat there staring at my food as Donna kept giving me reasons why she had to suddenly

Et ceci est mon histoire . Fin

Deux jours plus tard Je m'étais promis de ne jamais retourner dans cette maudite ville. Au grand jamais. Mais me voilà dans la voiture, les bagages dans le coffre, et la gorge nouée. Il ne reste seulement quelques minutes avant d'arriver à Chicago, cette maudite ville. Soudain, je vois le panneau rouge. « Welcome to Roscoe village ». Ma respiration se coupe et des frissons me parcourent tout le corps. C'est comme si j'étais entrée dans un cimetière, comme si j'étais dans un monde où tous mes démons rôdaient autour de moi. Cela fait quasiment quatre ans que je n'ai pas mis les pieds ici, et rien n'a changé. Il y a toujours ces grands bâtiments qui longent toute la rue sur le côté droit, et le

My family, the Volkanov's, and his family, the Mennetti's, have been rivals for hundreds of years, going all the way back to Prohibition. At this point, I'm not even sure what the feud is about. I know Trish and I are on the same page and all we want to do is bury the hatchet. But nothing is ever that easy. There's so much history and hate which makes me wonder if it will ever be possible for our families to let go and move on.

She told her. "And what, pray tell is that?" Anne moved towards her menacingly. "History." Saira answered. "The love we share go way back. It's time for us to have that." Anne was confused. "What are you talking about?" She blurted out. "You won't understand and frankly... I don't feel like explaining it all to you." Saira said. "I don't feel like hearing it either." Anne smirked. "What I want to see right now is your soul leaving your body."

— Onde você esteve? Marina, você faz ideia de que passei um ano procurando por você? Você sabe o quanto eu sofri depois que você foi embora? — Sr. Gabriel, o que você está dizendo? — Balancei a taça de vinho e soltei uma risada baixa. — Você já recebeu a certidão de divórcio, não recebeu? Nós dois não temos mais nenhuma relação. E, se houver alguma, será apenas uma relação de ódio mortal. Ouvi dizer que, neste último ano, o Grupo Siqueira conseguiu até cair da lista das quinhentas maiores empresas. Deve ter sido muito cansativo para o senhor, não é?

Bobby menatap Hans dingin. Pria di depannya lebih mirip dengan zombie di film daripada manusia hidup. Seluruh tubuhnya berwarna merah pekat sementara wajahnya hampir tidak bisa dikenali lagi, meski begitu Hans terus saja mengatakan jika dia tidak mengetahui siapa yang memegang duplikat XOXO dan dimana keberadaannya. "A-ku su-dah mengatakan bah-wa bu-kan ak-u." Ucap Hans terbata.

"Thelma, I need to ask you something. Those past lives you have memories of... do you remember anything about a prophecy? Something called the Silver Wolf?" Every instinct I had screamed danger. "Why do you ask?" "Just curious. Xavier mentioned you might know things from your past lives. Things that could help us understand what's happening." His hand shifted behind his back. "Did you know that Xavier carries three ancient bloodlines? That he might be something more than just an Alpha?" I did know. Not from Xavier, but from my memories. In one of my past lives, I'd been a keeper of records, and I'd read about the Silver Wolf prophecy. I'd never connected it to Xavier before, but now that Jam