Critical Novels & Stories

Dangerous. But real.

Well-manicured hands slid beneath Zoe’s sweater, inspecting the wound on her abdomen as he mused, “She’s a pretty one, isn’t she?” The vainglorious smile plastered across his face boiled Jon’s blood. The fucking love of his life was dying and this fucking asshole was trying to cop a damn feel. He pursed his lips, sucking in a deep inhale through his nose in an attempt to steady his rage. Chet pivoted, hands sweeping together as if brushing off dust. “She’s in critical condition, Mr. Moretti, and getting worse the longer we sit here chit-chatting. I can see some hemorrhaging and considering the bullet has likely passed through her stomach, the acid can contamin

I replied, my voice a little hoarse from holding back tears. Honestly, this food wasn’t much better than Mark’s own cooking. But, his sincerity that I felt was more valuable than the taste of the food. I appreciated his efforts, especially at a time like this. I… tears began to well up in my eyes. The doctor’s explanation of Zara’s condition was so hard to hear. The words “critical” and “need intensive care” echoed in my ears, piercing my heart. I burst into tears, tears streaming down my cheeks. I tried to stay strong in front of Mark, but my body was shaking uncontrollably. Questions arose in my mind, a mixture of fear, hope, and despair.

he finished with a wink. A low growl came from Eli. "I didn't mean to offend you, Alpha Eli," Zach said with a smile. "Yes, there has been no harm done, Alpha Eli. Please contain your wolf. My son was simply just answering your Lunas questions. "I apologize. Please excuse me, I need to use the restroom." Eli stood. "Oh, but dessert is coming!" Luna Marigold said. "Let the poor man go take a piss, dear. He will be back."

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

Sam is nuts, and he slowly slit the blade on his skin—shallow, but the sting is already painful. Until he makes it deep, and the moment he is doing it—his phone rang. The poor young man dropped the knife, and he is back to his senses! He is embracing the pain until his phone missed a call from an unknown number from the CAM application. As he searched its number, it is from the VIP message. His grumpiness will make him so desperate to do something terrible. It is the time when his grandmother is still a little bit okay. How about when his grandmother will be gone? How can this poor boy take it all by himself?

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"It was... uncalled for." ​Vince snorted, stabbing a piece of grilled chicken with his fork. "Uncalled for? That’s a Tuesday for Luke Cromwell. You’re lucky he only told you to move two steps. Last month, he told a lead designer that their color palette was ‘offensive to the eyes of anyone with an IQ above fifty.’ The guy quit an hour later." ​"He wasn't always like this, was he?" I asked, testing the waters. "Mateo said the accident changed him."

Jasmine threatened and turned off the phone. Brave looked at the dark phone screen and wanted to scream loudly: "Okay, I quit, I won't do it anymore." Unfortunately, that was just his heart of words. In fact, his expression was as gloomy as a family, thinking to himself: "Life is so boring.” He did not know that his misfortune had just begun. His wife - Bright in a pink apron, with a cute bear print on her chest, holding the long big chopsticks, angry bullet-shaped eyes looking at him questioningly.