A Little Life Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

[It's twenty degrees below zero in Northreach. The male lead was afraid the heroine would be cold, so he took off his coat and put it around her. So sweet!] [Holy crap, this is the original novel's love-confession scene for the male lead and heroine!] [Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!] The camera in my hand suddenly fell to the ground. "Ms. Linton? Are you okay?" Lucas walked over. "I'm... I'm fine." I crouched to pick up the camera, but my fingers shook so badly I had to try twice before I could hold it.

The liquid burned as it made me cough and choke. My parents watched me on my "death throes," waiting for the drug to kick in. To their surprise, I curled my lips into a facsimile of a smile as I yanked the necklace on my neck. "You're the ones who'll pay today!" The distant sirens of the naval police caused both Amelie and Theo to freeze. "Damn it! He called the police! "We have no choice. Kill him!" Theo grabbed a knife and charged at me. Before he could get close, a loud bang pierced through the air.

I'd screamed bloody murder when I first saw the evidence of my impending womanhood, which had brought the whole house running. Dad had made a quick exit once he realized what was going on, and Becky was pissed that I didn't accept her help but had instead called Grandma Eloise. Becky had somehow worked it around to me being mental. You would be, too, if you saw death blood in your underwear while it felt like someone was ripping your guts out. Dad wasn't interested in my side as usual, and I'd spent a week fearing being taken away. Even with as bad as things were at home, I knew that would be ten times worst. Becky had told me.

He'd have a perfect reason. And I stepped into his trap. Then, God gave me a second chance at life. The fact that Melanie was so eager to marry Jonathan delighted me more than anyone. Melanie's eyes went wide, and she charged at me. During our tussle, I noticed her missing fingers. Blood was oozing out of her wounds and drenching the ground. "You should've died, Yvonne! You ruined my life! You ruined everything! I'll kill you! I'll skin you alive!"

They just continued to watch the scene unfold. Just then, my younger sister Avery Denning's voice rang out from the door. "I'm back, Timothy! I'm here to marry you!" Timothy let go of my neck and quickly took my bridal veil from me before draping it on Avery's head. I was shocked. It seemed like the three of us—me, Avery, and Timothy—had been reborn. In our previous lives, a raging bull had struck Timothy's lower body while he was farming. The doctor had said he'd be impotent for the rest of his life and wouldn't be able to perform his marital duties.

CHAPTER 117 TROUBLE WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE! Knowing Allana’s paranoid thoughts she might get in danger if she gets a shock from the news. It is not ideal for her to know anything unless he was sure that the children are safe.

Just a friendly reminder, Babes. This novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. We’re closing in on the shaky part of this book. Like what I’ve mentioned in the beginning, some scenes ahead might not be suitable for everyone. This book will tackle sensitive topics such as rape and self harm. And if you decide to go further, I would ask for your kind understanding.

~Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. This chapter contains descriptions of self-harming behaviors such as suicide, self-inflicted injuries, body harm, alcohol and drug abuse, which may be triggering for readers with lived experiences.~ I woke up with a start. Breathing heavily, I looked around my room. It was dark and nothing seemed out of place. Grabbing my chest, it felt like someone just ran a sword through me. This didn’t feel like it was coming from the runes, either.

(Warning: This chapter contains details of killing, trauma, and blood, and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. Read at your own risk.) Valerie's voice trembled as she spoke up, noticing the deadly aura emanating from Trey as he glared down at her with undisguised disgust. "Trey, please, I was forced into doing this," she pleaded, but Trey's expression remained cold and unyielding as he replied,

He lifts the axe in the air and prepares to thrust down upon my body. I brace myself for the impact when everything stills. My father and Silas go into a trance like state, which tells me there's a pack broadcast alerting them of something going on. As soon as it comes to them, they're out of it and their faces look of pure terror, which is something I've never seen in my entire life. Before they can react any further a blast of dust and rubble surround then and they're projected forward with the collision. As I look toward the source of the blast, I see an enormous figure three times dad's size rise up slowly.