บททั้งหมดของ Black Rose With Bloody Thorns : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

ERNEST MERVYN POINT OF VIEW. I was brainstorming in my office. Thinking of who the fuck is the person who dared to hurt my sister. I lost it, I could not take it knowing my sister is fucking dead.The beast inside me demanding to be released on that person who fucking dared to ruin my sister's life.I was ready to kill.I was fucking ready to be the monster.Every time I close my eyes and the picture of my sister hanging from the ceiling kept on flashing in front of me. This shit stressed me out. I felt guilty. Damn me. I should have been with her in her worst breakdown. I should have protected her from her tormentor. But I was not...She was nowhere.Undoubtedly, I will avenge her by destroying the person who destroyed her. I will find that person and I would make sure his death won't be that easy."Boss?" I heard B

Third Person Point Of View... I was in front of his apartment. It was shabby, dirty, and dark. I would not have come if it was not for him. I waited for impatiently at his door. I could have sent my men and get him killed but I wanted to do it myself especially when I got to know that he resides with his daughter. A man in fifties opened the door. "Lord you..uh.."He said. I could sense a glint of fear in his voice. That's what I love the most. Fear and horror. "Well Hello dear, won't you invite your lord inside?" I said amusingly. "Woah wait wait wait I should have asked like this... Won't you invite your Ex lord inside?" I added sarcastically. He started to shiver. Well, he knew very well that generosity is not my style. I love to see people trembling and shivering in fear in front of me while I welcome them with a lot of sarcasm. "No matter what. Even if I have stopped serving you, you will always be my Lord."

Ernest Mervyn Point of View. For the last two days, I had been drinking each and every minute. I had lost count of men and women mainly whores and hoes, to whom I killed and tortured in a most gruesome way. If I would have let a person witness the barbaric torture inflicting on the prisoners even for one minute, I am damn sure that person would have died then and there with a heart attack. I walked into the bedroom of my beloved sister. Her bedroom was designed by IONS DESIGN, a Dubai-based company, uses soft and soothing pink and white to create a sparkling luxurious feel. From a modern chandelier that dangles over the bed to a plush pink carpet that practically begs for your bare feet. My heart anguished as I remember the memorable days spent with her. How she used to hypnotize me with her big and beautiful eyes whenever she desired me to do something for her. How she used to fill my dark and

Irina Ivor's Point Of View. My eyes fluttered open and every memory crashed my little brain terribly. I remembered how I fainted after listening to the unbelievable words. "She is no more." I could not believe it. I will never. It seems impossible. How could it be possible? And why? She had her whole life planned and she could never die by suicide. Was she depressed? No, she could be anything, not depressed. She could not possibly slaughter her own life. She might be upset, anxious, but she could not suicide. No, she could not. There might be something else. The last conversation... Flashback "Dear Veronica, Trust me. Your fiancee is a fucking killer and big ass pervert." Irina half yelled. Veronica rolled her eyes at her statement. Irina balanced herself on her knees to maintain eye contact w

Enjoy the update.Irina Ivor's Point Of View.From the dead-end to the main road, a man standing at the edge of the road in tattered clothes and covered in dirt carrying an axe was staring me with bloodshot eyes. I held my breath and trotted away from him hurriedly. The man started running up from behind with an axe, and I literally freaking screamed for help. I ran and ran until my legs started to pain. I waited for a few moments to calm down my wounded nerves. I moved my eyes to the expensive wedding dress, I was wearing which was breathing stained blood.All of a sudden, a hand reached over my mouth and started dragging me forcefully. I tried to resist a lot, but the person who was forcefully dragging me didn't let me go. He placed a blindfold over my eye, tape on my mouth, and cuffs on my wrists behind my back. I was placed inside a car. The ride seemed t