Novel & Cerita A Little Life Trigger Warnings

* Trigger warning guys! This chapter will talk about the loss of a child and some rather graphic details that deal with trauma and abuse, so just please be aware. Killian, She woke up screaming, and more than that. She woke up fighting and screaming, and was out of bed and running before I could get to her. I followed her and saw her head in the toilet as she threw up violently, and she was crying and heaving, and it was such a mess, I knew whatever she’d just dreamed or remembered was horrific.

one of them said. I held on to that tiny bit of hope like it was a lifeline. I was ready to fight for it no matter how tough it would get. I was haunted by nightmares, night after night. When I woke up, my clothes were always drenched in sweat. It went on until one day, Eva handed me a folder, looking solemn. "Brina, you were right. Joanna really has a history with your parents." I opened the folder, and the first thing I saw was the heartbreaking photos of the car crash that took Mom and Dad. I brushed over the edges of the photos while the pain sliced deeper into my heart.

He didn’t even glance my way, but the warning was clear enough: stay out of it. “Let suppose you two are telling the truth for a minute. You want us to believe that grown men are crying about being ‘abused’ by a woman? That sounds like another lie...” And then—bang. Both triggers pulled, the clicks of empty chambers echoing like gunshots in the silence.

"Zoe!" Caleb's voice trembled with fear and panic. As my consciousness faded, I felt no fear, only a strange sense of relief. Was it finally ending? I thought I had 24 hours left. Had it come even sooner? Maybe that was better. At least I wouldn't have to suffer through the pain eating away at me anymore. "Caleb, the journal on the nightstand and the voice recording are my parting gifts to you. Please remember to take a look," I thought.

Matthew’s hands were shaking as he held the gun, and I knew he was struggling to make the sacrifice of his mother. “Fuck it,” I grumbled as I lifted to gun. I could bring Finn back to life, we both knew this, but the counsel members didn’t. As I went to pull the trigger, I hesitated, but what if I couldn’t bring him back to life this time. Was that a risk I was willing to take? I lowered my gun. No, I couldn’t risk my son’s father. My mate. My love. “You win,” I whispered. “Excuse me?” Edward asked in surprise.

He takes pride only in dragging that person down to his level. "I only understood this after you were gone. The one who deserves to die… is me." Mom's finger clutched the trigger tightly. If she loosened her finger even slightly, she would die right in front of me. I panicked and screamed with all my strength, "No, Mom, don't! Don't die!" Mom's eyes were vacant, her spirit completely crushed. Just as she was about to release her grip, the pearl earring on the table suddenly shattered. The bead rolled across the floor, its sound bringing Mom back to her senses.

WARNING: This book contains violence, abuse, rape, mental health issues and anything that may be triggering to a person. If you're sensitive to this stuff, I would recommend you very kindly go find another book to read as there are many people triggered by this sort of content. Thank you! Maria's P.O.V

Sheila screamed in fear. Those appeared that morning when he was taking his bath. He knew it was a sign that the Alcon needs to get out of his body. He hadn't gotten the chance to use the pearls this morning because of what happened. He was glad he didn't use the pearl yet. It would at least speak some sense into his mother. "I'm dying. The Alcon is killing me and that woman you are trying to make the pack hate is the one I'm surviving on," he said bitterly.

A tiny, flickering spark of life. A Vitale. I close my eyes. The war just got a lot more complicated.