Novel & Cerita A Little Life Trigger Warnings

**Author's Note: Trigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of triggers. Contains scenes of rape and sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised. The author also does not condone nor glorify any of the scenes listed. Proceed with caution.** Mirage's P.O.V The bed dipped on the other side, like someone just took a seat beside me.

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

While writing this book and at the time of constructing this author’s note, it appeared it would be a standalone but time would tell as the book goes on. Trigger warnings: This book contains some scenes of knife, fights, blood and gore, emotional triggers, sexual and spicy moments. You have been informed. That being said, please do not steal or duplicate my story without my consent. Constructive criticism and feedback is always welcome. Kindly leave a like, vote, follow or comment as you go on, it builds my enthusiasm to carry on. Thank you for reading this… Now the story begins

An ear-splitting sound blasted through the air, inaudible to humans but agony for beastfolk. The three pups hidden beneath my dress yelped in pain. Their eyes flashed crimson, their bodies swelling as if they were balloons. Guests screamed and scrambled to escape. I was rooted to the spot, a cold sweat drenching my back. Trouble. Ethan yanked me behind him, shielding me with his body. He shot Wendy a look. Her remote fizzled, sparks flying, and then, boom! It blew up in her hand. She shrieked, her hand scorched black.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please, dear, lovely readers!!! This isn't for the faint of heart! I placed trigger warnings before starting this book, and I'm saying it again that this book gets darker as it goes on. I'll be careful, but please, I don't want to traumatize anyone. You mean the world to me. ---M*M Assault content ahead. ---Sacred place desecration. ---Violent murder. ---Sociopathic lead. Pass, skip, don't read! If you find these distressing. PLEASE!!!

" Although Mom later found out about it and doled out an even worse punishment for me, I still thought that perhaps the three of us siblings would have lived a very happy life if only we were born in a normal family. Emily glanced at Esther and continued sobbing, forcing herself to continue watching the following footage. I obediently curled myself up in a corner of the tank, shakily telling Mom that I would behave. Then, the lid was put on the tank, and the footage turned black. However, the infrared camera inside the tank perfectly captured my terrified expression in the dark. "I'm scared of the dark, Mom… Please don't lock me up in dark places anymore… Can't we please switch it to a diffe

Lucien groaned and came with me, holding me tight. Afterward, as I rested against his chest, he spoke quietly. “My father was killed in front of me when I was sixteen. I took everything from the man who did it. I’ve trusted almost no one since… but you’re different.” I looked up at him. “That’s the most you’ve ever told me about yourself.” “Don’t make me regret opening up,” he said, but his fingers were gentle as they stroked my hair. Two nights later, the danger became very real.

Before I even have the chance to move I feel a sharp pain across my head and watch as everything suddenly goes dark. [TRIGGER WARNING: This following chapter depicts mild moments of SA. This may be disturbing or triggering for some readers, for those people, please proceed to chapter 60. To those who choose to read on, please proceed with caution]

Chapter 1: The Life in Death Trigger Warning: Physical abuse and inappropriate scene. Read at your own risk. Elias’ POV A loud gasp escapes my lips as soon as the whip buries in my skin. It creates a searing pain I manage to endure. My hands forms into fists as I close my eyes, accepting the excruciating pain. It is as if a knife is drawing maps on my bare body.