Absolute Regression Novel Novels & Stories

So she took her hand and walked away. Meanwhile, Celestin who was being led away by the maiden was a bit dazed by the sudden turn of events. She slowly looked at her hand, which was holding Blair's. And she unexpectedly felt a little comfortable. They ran under the rain, and it seemed as if everything had suddenly slowed down. In a flash Celestin saw the Blair in her past life, she was laughing and a smile was within earshot. She held her hand as she said words she never thought she would ever hear again.

(Alexander The God of Absolute powers Pov) (Warning this chapter can be considered offense. This is a dark novels book and some scenes are needed to tell Mazaya's story. If certain things offend you just skip to the last paragraph when you hit that part.last paragraph is Important for the story.)

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

Growing up, I never had to worry about money. In my previous life, I had felt sorry for her. She came from a run-down rural town, with an abusive father, a mother who clearly favored her sons, and a deadbeat younger brother. Due to that, I treated her kindly. I often paid for her meals and even gave her some of my clothes. However, in the end, she turned on me without hesitation and spat in my face. "You're just lucky, that's all. Why do you get to carry designer bags and ride in luxury cars at such a young age?

he mumbled in disbelief. Stumbling forward, he reached out to touch me but shrank back abruptly. "How could this… No… This isn't real…" Aunt Caroline stumbled to her feet and went up to him. She grabbed his arm weakly and demanded, "No matter what, Yvonne is still your daughter. She is Julia's flesh and blood, her only descendent! How could you be so cruel?" Dad pulled his arm out of her grip and shouted in defiance, "Yanis Winchester told me that he had let her out! She escaped from the basement. This isn't her! Besides, she's always been selfish even when she was a child. She wouldn't die so easily!"

The coffee table arrived on a Tuesday, a silent, beautiful act of rebellion. Megan had ordered it with a credit card she’d kept separate from their joint account, a small fund from a graduation gift that Dante didn't know about. It was rustic, a slab of reclaimed wood with dark metal legs, a piece of raw, imperfect beauty that she knew Dante would hate. As she unboxed it, her hands trembling with a mix of fear and defiance, the familiar sense of hopelessness that had become her constant companion lifted, replaced by a nervous flutter of exhilaration.

Forever choice. I'm immune. Not just from dying manipulation. But from everything. From doom. From fear. From the Absolute's entire strategy. Because I built something it can't understand. Something unprecedented. Something that only exists because of torture. Because of forgetting. Because of the impossible price I paid. I'm winning. Slowly. Painfully. Daily. But winning. And the Absolute knows it. I can feel it watching. Frustrated. Confused. Defeated. Trying to find new manipulation. New angle. New way to win. But there isn't one. Not anymore. Not here. Not with this.