The Seventh Victim

|SUTON| n. The approach of death or end of something. "What did I do to deserve this?" He chuckled before saying, "You were born princess," She bathed in her own tub of blood. And her watched her, finding pleasure. He was killing her While she was saving him

This world is not for a simple and innocent beings. People can eat you alive, without thinking twice. Same happened with a small town farmer's boy. He just wanted to study and learn more, was it really wrong? To wish for a better life? To be eligible for someone?You know Human can be ruthless, they hit you where it hurts the most.They said, until the end is not happy it's not the end. That's not how it works in reality. They say everyone get better, everything gets better, but what if destiny decided not to give you the chance to be better? What would you do?Think before you do anything.It all started with an absurd mistake and that made an innocent boy's life a living hell. When death was only safe escape for him.The other was guilty, ashamed and wanted to apologize but to whom? When the one whom he wanted to apologize was already gone.

The day Bryan Abbott received the World Philanthropist Award, the doctors told me I would not live for long because I could not afford to replace my artificial heart. The TV host asked Bryan to call the person he regretted being with the most. Without hesitation, he dialed my number. I answered the call. Bryan asked, “Do you regret leaving me for money back then?” Staring at the astronomical bill for the artificial heart, I chuckled softly, “Bryan, you’re so rich now. Could you lend me $200,000?” The call cut off abruptly. I watched as Bryan icily said on TV, “Now, I have no regrets.” He did not know that back when his heart had failed, I had donated mine to him secretly so that he could live.

When my body is engulfed in flames, my firefighter father is watching a new movie with my sister. My mother is baking them a cake. I hear laughter in the living room, and I can smell the caramel popcorn in the kitchen. Today is my family's weekly family day—it's a day for my sister and parents to be with each other. The doorbell rings, and the perpetrator gives me a chance to ask for help. My limbs are bound, and stones fill my mouth. I stand at the door and desperately wait for my parents to open it. They don't get up. Instead, they sit on either side of my sister and hug her. "We promised you we'll only be with you on our family days. No one can disturb us." "What if it's Danica?" Ravenna Sutton, my sister, asks. "Her? She hasn't answered her phone in days—who knows where she's off being wild? I'll think of her as dead if she still doesn't return tomorrow!" Ravenna giggles. Mom feeds her some popcorn, and Dad discusses the movie's plot with her. The perpetrator drags me back upstairs and laughs mockingly in my ear. "Looks like I did something unnecessary. They genuinely don't care about you." Smoke permeates every corner upstairs, and the flames start to lick at my body. Mom and Dad protect Ravenna as they run downstairs. They have no idea their birth daughter is screaming in pain amid the blazing fire.

BLURB: Life from Kova made Lilysaint realize it was better to stay with men for fun than invest an emotion that must later hurt. Working as a supervisor in a prodigious hotel which belonged to Brucha, Lily stepped out to fulfill the inner crave that had passively laid dormant in her for years: which was seducing men, prominent men for a hobby. The show that happened within Lily’s wanton heart gave no room to think about marriage which was what Brucha wanted from her. The night of seventh seduction played a vital role in creating a mind shift in Lily to realize that only Brucha had wanted her for good. But this realization seemed to be happening late as another woman, Selina Nascar, now had a place in the lonely life of Brucha. Now, there is an intense task for Lily to play the game of seduction for what used to freely belong to her. Was this going to be easy with unrelenting Selena as a nightmare to her

Once again, my wife, Claire Winters, stabbed me with a silver needle. A reporter tracked me down and asked, "Louis Sterling, wasn't your wife, Claire, one of the winners of the National Inspiration Awards from ten years ago? She won the reward for saving you during the earthquake and ending up paralyzed from the waist down, right?" I stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded. "Louis, we're from a TV station, and we're producing a tenth anniversary special about the earthquake." I rubbed my arm, which was covered in tiny needle marks, and looked her straight in the eye. I replied, "That's fine, but can you keep the cameras discreet? Claire isn't used to being in front of so many lenses." However, I never expected that on the very first day of the live broadcast, I would be dragged onto the trending charts and torn apart online.