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Realizing how she ignored his question, Lucas asked again but Sia set her quivering lips in a thin line not wanting to answer. Lucas's knuckles grazed her right cheek and wiped off the dirt from it gently “ Throughout your life, you feared killing yourself. You feared wanting to die and witnessing your death by your own hands before life left you. You told this to me when you were drunk one day. ” Lucas smirked as he noticed Sia's empty gaze that wavered for a moment.

he said firmly. "So you want to kill yourself because nobody cares? No one seems to bother, right?" I made a mocking noise and continued, "Your family will wake up tomorrow and be wondering where you are. The police will have to tell them you're dead and they'll be broken inside. They will walk into your room, teary-eyed, staring at your empty bed and just wondering, 'Why?' Is it their fault? Could there be something they could have done differently? No one will ever be able to answer that for them.

As fear consumes me, I struggle to find a glimmer of hope in this desolate existence. Curious to hear about the events that unfolded in my life? What dark secrets lie buried within the chapters of my past? Will you dare to delve deeper into the mysteries that have shaped my existence, or are you prepared to confront the chilling truths that await? As the shadows of my past loom large, are you ready to embark on a journey fraught with danger and intrigue? TRIGGER WARNINGS:- - Stalking - Bullying - Violence - Obsession - Fear and Anxiety - Power Imbalance

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental. This book has mature content violence, abuse. You've been warned it can be triggering and is 18+ as it is a Dark Romance novel. I'm strictly against plagiarism! warning ⚠️ DO NOT COPY MY WORK! And yes please do give your votes and comments as it motivates me to write more. Although this story contains people who follow the religion of Islam, THEY ARE NOT ROLE MODELS OF how and what Islam is. I am not here to preach about any religion, this is a story

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

She held a breath, another tear rolling down as I clicked on the trigger. “Don’t do it, Cristiano!” My father screamed, lunging forward and hitting the gun from my grasp. My arm burned in pain, the gunshot echoing across the room. The bullet bored a hole into my wall, missing her head. Matilda’s luck was as bright as the star. She breathed out in relief, regret, and disappointment flashing across her eyes. “I shouldn’t have let Lillian take you away.” She said in a low tone, wiping her tear from her chin. She stood from the sofa, helping my father from the floor.

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

"Will anyone actually watch this?" Another firework lit up the sky. Warm yellow light washed over my face. I took a deep breath and gave the camera a small smile. "If someone sees this… then, I wish you peace and a happy, long life." I waved at the lens and shut off the camera. [In the Next Life — January 2, 2024, 10:01 AM — Don't Say You Forgive Me, and Don't Ever Forgive Me] "Hailey! Wait! Hailey! Hailey!" William rushed behind me, his voice urgent as he grabbed my arm. "Didn't you say you were going for chemo? What are you doing with the money?"

I'll get rid of all of you, then I'll live the good life on my own. So her time in the basement hadn't made her crazy—she was more clear-headed than ever. But what she didn't know was that I could hear her thoughts. How could she possibly kill me now? - In my last life, Mike had died from poisoning. I suddenly remembered seeing a cabinet full of colorful vials in Phil's basement back then. He used to test them on me—sometimes I'd black out, and sometimes I'd feel an unnatural rush. Looking back now, those were his experiments in making poison.

Gemma stood a short distance away, rain running down her face. I had never seen her look so broken. She held a dagger in one hand. She said, "Miles, I'm sorry. To you, to Zack, and to Grandma. I had someone send her home. I didn’t do anything to her. I know she’s family. Miles, I don’t expect you to ever forgive me in this life. If there is a next life, I hope I can make it up to you." Then, she drove the dagger into her heart.