Damon Salvatore Alex Hershman I tried to forget about her for years, but when she was standing there in front of me, how could I? Only it wasn’t Catherine. Her name was Elena, and she was in love with my brother, the only family I had left. He needed her more than I did. I accepted that Elena wasn’t Cathrine. Catherine wasn’t even Catherine. Not the one I used to know. Elena was a better version. A human version. But she didn’t like me. She couldn’t stand me. No one could. I was there to be the problem that everyone else tried to fix. As hard as I tried to not feel anything for Elena, it didn’t work. Stephan, my little brother, needed her. He isn’t like the rest of us. He can’t drink human blood. It’s kind of like an alcoholic, …show more content…
Elena was like his anchor, so how could I take that away from him? But I needed her too. How selfish of me you might think, but the truth is she wanted me too. I had the ability to make her forget every good thing that i’ve ever done and only remember the bad things. I did it for my brother. I loved her more than I thought was possible. My selfishness would start to show and I would let her remember. Remember the good things too, but I always screwed it up. Somehow, someway I was the monster. I would stop at nothing to protect her, even if that meant killing people, and she hated me for it. She couldn’t be with a monster like me. She wouldn’t do it, but if protecting her meant not getting her, then it was worth it. I didn’t deserve her anyway. She was good, pure. I’ve done terrible, terrible things. I can’t change either. I will always be selfish. I will always do things that benefit me and only me, no matter the consequences. I bring trouble everywhere I go. They would be better off without me. But how could
Her mother had died after being hit by a reckless driver. Alice, a fifteen-year old, African-American girl, was now without her natural and most influential guide on how to cope with the powerful transition from girl to lady.
It was a bright and sunny June day. It was all calm at the jury house, Sheila was getting ready for her first case. It was about a person being murdered. Her witness, Mr. Leblanc, asked her if she can help him find his wife. She said that she can’t.
Catherine, Catherine is who I am. I am a young American-Italian girl, that loves making people happy. Yet I get hurt easily, and can’t make decisions on my own. I lived with ma aunt (Beatrice) and ma uncle (Eddie). Sadly, Eddie died because he snitched to the immigration bureau on ma husband Rodolpho, but you will find out later exactly how he died. For now, all ya need to know it dat it wasn’t a smooth year.
As the protagonist in the novel, Catherine is also the dynamic character because of the changes she undergoes too change her perspective and personality. Early in the book Catherine reveals herself as a stubborn character. This is inferred from the fact that her father attempts to force her into marriage with a suitor yet she refuses to do so. She continuously does whatever she can to get rid off the suitors that her father brings. For example, “I thought he spoke in some foreign tongue or cipher designed to conceal a secret message, but it seems only that his nose was plugged. And it stayed plugged throughout his entire visit, while he breathed and chewed and chattered through his open mouth. Corpus Bones! He troubled my stomach no little
Hola, Reyna and Alejandro are always happy to hear how you and your family are doing. Alejandro said that Nevlyn doesn't look like the little blond boy that would ride his bike up and down the street. We are all really sorry to hear about your friend Ellen. I hope those little boys find some "mom love" in you, like we did when we needed some extra cuddles. I'm happy to hear that you still use your Spanish a lot in and out of work. Nevertheless, I'm sure your Spanish has evolved into a Puerto Rican/Cuban accent.
(Suspense. SYNOPSIS: 60-year-old Anne Irwin is thankful that she still has an excellent memory, until a surgical procedure makes her look more like a curse.)
Maudire les actions du diable ! After years of working my fingers to the bone, this is all I get! The three people I valued most have left me. Ellen- my dear wife- passed away. My son – the one I trusted to be there for my family, after my time– has gone. Also my doll, my Mattie, with her sweet smile, her resilience as strong as a bull…Très bien! Qu'est-ce que je vais faire? My land, and my shattered family are all I have. I feel nothing… except shame, fear, and sleepless yearning for my loved ones. What bothers me most is … they all left me. Life would be so much easier with Lawton pulling the cart, Mattie looking after the younger ones and my precious Ellen… just staying here with me. I've been double-crossed by MY family!
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
I was at Maria's dorm, I was sitting on her cheap-ass sofa holding her textbook, ready to beat the shit out of her. I wanted to get her back, I heard the door open and I ran towards it, ready to smack her.
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
By the time I had begun liking you and Claire simultaneously, I forgot about Connor completely. You mostly locked yourself in the piano room in the morning and I was in the band room talking with others including Claire. I also was by Claire a lot when band was pretty much over, so our band period was free to do whatever. We got closer and I do believe she developed a crush on me, but I’m not positive because I’m not her. I can however think of two times when it seemed she tried to ask me out but it didn’t come out right or completely sound right where I caught it, and she didn’t persist so I assumed she was making a joke.
“If we leave tonight, Miss Martha will never notice us gone,” Margot explained. “Are you mad? She would call the policemen!” Lucy fearfully replied. “Nonsense.
As the snow came down early one morning, the students piled into school. But today was different from any other morning, it was the first snowfall of the year, students were excited thinking that Christmas was coming and cookies, houses would be filled and lit up with happiness as you would drive past them. Some of the students would argue that Josephine a young girl should not receive anything for Christmas because she had been partying, drinking, and hurting all of her closest friends because of something they called her mistakes. As the days became closer together, she would receive dirty looks, people would call her nasty names, but what those people did not know is that she suffered from everytime she closed her eyes. She would have to
"Good morning, Lady Charlotte." Yep, that's me. Just get rid of the fancy noble title. I may have come from nobles, but I can assure you that I am no lady. Also, I prefer to be called, "Charlie." I opened my blueish green eyes, coming face-to-face with my maid, Sidra. She was always very kind to me. Despite her being Muslim, and I a Christian. "Good morning." I responded with a kind smile. "I have laid out your beautiful long sleeve, blue dress. As you have a meeting with Earl Ciel Phantomhive this afternoon." Sidra informed as she pulled my blankets off me. "How so? What business do I have with him?" I asked, obviously confused as all hell. "Your father was business partners with his father," Sidra informed as she pulled open the lavender
‘I have been noticing Mr Collins more and more of late’ thought Charlotte Lucas. ‘ Although not the most amiable gentleman, he seems to be in want of a wife, and in good speed. I know it seems silly and that Mr Collins would not so much as look my way, but at 27 years, I myself am becoming older and more and more out of my marriage span with each passing day. If I do not marry soon, I worry that I will become an unwanted, old maid. Should I be asked my hand, I would gladly and hastily accept the offer from any man, no matter how un-agreeable he appears’.