Novels by Greater Writer

"No... You're dead. You're not supposed to be here. You're dead... Stop!"Gail woke up in the middle of the night, shaking and having a nightmare of her father's face in her mind and still alive. Her heart was beating so fast, sweat forming bullets on her forehead, her breathing was uneven, and her throat parched. She looked around the bright room, calming upon realizing that yesterday wasn't a dream. Her father was dead, and he wasn't coming for her anymore. She wiped the tears on her cheeks, looking around for water inside.However, there was only an empty glass there. Aside from the table, the bed, and a cabinet, there wasn't anything anymore inside. That also meant that she had to go out, something she was dreading because she felt like she was a rat in a huge house going out hoping no one could see her. It was two in the morning, maybe there wasn't anyone outside and everyone was in their room. Gail stood up slowly, feeling the stinging pain on her body. She hated how even th

"Can I touch your arm? You have a lot of bruises and wounds that need to be cleaned," Brenda asked, eyeing the wounds that Gail kept on hiding but because of her new clothes, she couldn't hide her skin anymore. Everyone would just hurt you. You are not loveable, they will hurt you eventually.Gail bit her lower lip. His father's words came to her mind like a broken record. It kept on repeating in her mind as if alarming her. Brenda looked kind, an old woman who gave off the sense of a mother. She was smiling, encouraging, someone who looked like wouldn't even hurt a fly, and looked trustworthy. Yet, Gail shook her head. She couldn't bring herself to trust anyone. At least not yet. In a world full of cruel people, she could only trust herself. Brenda still smiled despite the rejection. She pushed the kit softly to her. "I understand, child. I will just guide you, you really need to clean them so they can heal faster. I won't touch you."She raised her hands and moved a few steps ba

Gail closed her eyes as she cried. In hopeless situations, she could only cry. She even wondered how come that her tears wouldn't dry out with how much tears she had cried in her whole life living with her father. Or maybe now that she was in this life and death situation, she was crying everything now for the last time. These men obviously wouldn't spare her, she was the daughter of the man who threatened the life of their boss. And speaking of the boss, standing in front of her was a man wearing a full black coat. He was handsome, tall, and had this dark aura that was scaring Gail out. Gail was taken out of the bed and was dragged in the living room, where her father laid on his own blood pool. She didn't feel anything when she saw him, it was bound to happen. Maybe she just hoped it came sooner, sooner before she developed the traumas he gave.Even though he was gone, the things he had done to her were still vivid in her mind."Who is she?" the man in front of him asked, looking

"Gail! Gail! One more scream of your name, I will slit your neck, I freaking swear!"It was early in the morning, Gail woke up from the violent sounds and With shaky hands and legs, Gail opened the door of her room, shivering in fear with just the thought of what she would be receiving once again. The slur voice of her father was a clear indication that she was in for another hellish night."Don't wait for me to drag you out of there by your hair," he said, clearly with annoyance.Gail completely got out of her room with little steps and head low, avoiding the red and strange eyes of her father. "Is... Is there anything I can help you with, Dad?""What is this that I heard from Arnold that you're flirting with his son!?" The question made her look at her father. Arnold's son was Aldrin, and from what Gail could remember, she only had interaction with him once which was when she went out to buy her father's alcoholic drinks and he was there calling her names to irritate her. She hat