All Chapters of He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Evelyn"Take me to them now."I wasn't here for small talk. Not for pleasantries about the drive or questions about Wood Pack. Every second we wasted standing in this parking lot was another second Ava stayed—no. I wouldn't think that word. If there was even the slightest chance I could save my daughter, I was going to take it.Cole stared at me. Something crossed his face that made me feel wrong, like I'd said something inappropriate at a funeral. Which maybe I had. I didn't care."The children," I said again. "Take me to them."Cole stuttered, actually stuttered, before his eyes went to something behind me. Back to my face. Behind me again."We should—you can come in my car." He rubbed the back of his neck. "My men will park yours."Robin nodded beside me, then turned to look at me. He didn't say anything, but I could read his face perfectly. That careful expression people got when they thought you were losing it but didn't want to be the one to say it. The same look Maya had given

The fist hit the tree again.The knuckles were already gone—not bruised, not bloodied, gone. White bone showed through where the skin had split and peeled back. The middle finger had snapped sideways on the last punch, hanging at an angle that made the stomach turn. Blood ran down the bark in thick streams, pooling at the roots, soaking into dirt that had turned black.Another punch. The crack wasn't wood breaking. It was bone. The ring finger this time, folding backward until it touched the back of the hand. The person didn't stop. Didn't even slow down.Punch.The thumb dislocated with a wet pop. The nail tore off completely, stuck to the tree bark with a piece of meat still attached.Punch.The hand wasn't a hand anymore. It was hamburger with bones sticking out. The pinky finger dangled by a thread of skin. Each impact sprayed blood in a three-foot radius. The breathing came in short, desperate gasps between strikes—not from exertion but from trying not to scream.Punch.The bones

EvelynIt all came down to one single moment where grief was only a reason to push forward. Nothing mattered. If it wasn't Ava, there was no greater reason. Call me selfish. I'd take that title to my grave. Once again, I blame Hilda. She had planted the idea in my head. I was carrying around a dead—I was carrying around my daughter doing everything in my power to make sure she wakes up. But... Even Ava would certainly be mad at me if I suddenly turned my back and went to Damon. Wouldn't that make me less of a person? Walking back to trash that kicked me out once without batting an eye. But what can I say? It's all in the past. Doesn't mean I'd forget.So the disgusting Shaman can just go fuck herself if that were possible.Eight-twelve by the dashboard clock when Cole finally stopped talking to his men and waved us over. The compound lights threw long shadows across the dirt. Everything looked sick in that yellow glow."This way," he said. No preamble. Just started walking.We follow

SusanAnother bone snapped. The sound came from somewhere in my ribcage—a wet crack that sent white-hot agony through what remained of my nervous system. I tried to scream but my throat had closed up hours ago, collapsed in on itself like wet paper. All that came out was a strangling wheeze.The pain should have dulled by now. That's how pain worked. You dealt with it long enough, your body started ignoring the signals. Your brain decided it wasn't worth the energy to keep screaming about damage that couldn't be fixed.Not this pain.This got worse every second. Every minute. Every hour that crawled by in this room where nobody came anymore. My bones broke themselves down and tried to rebuild wrong. Skin pulled apart at the joints and knitted back together in ridges and valleys like melted wax. Each cycle hurt more than the last, like my body was teaching itself new ways to suffer.I'd screamed at first. Screamed until my voice box tore. Screamed until my mouth stretched into a shape

MargaretThe maggots started at my toes.I could feel each one. Tiny mouths working their way through dead flesh that used to be my feet. Except I wasn't dead. I was awake, aware, feeling every bite as they ate their way up my ankles. The cave walls pressed in, slick with moisture that dripped onto my naked body. I felt these things crawl the length of my breasts, I could feel each hole they wriggle through. The pain. How long have I been here? My throat was raw from screaming. I had completely lost it now..They reached my calves. Thousands of them now, a writhing carpet of white bodies plump with my meat. I tried to move but my muscles had been eaten away. Just nerves left, firing pain signals to a brain that wouldn't let me pass out."Please," I croaked. "Please kill me."The maggots kept eating. Through my thighs now. I could hear them—wet, squirming sounds as they burrowed deeper. They found the soft parts between my legs and I screamed silently as they pushed inside, eating me fr