Affliction Book Novels & Stories

Her boss Cindy Montreal is a classy and sophisticated lady but sometimes she is childish and plans evil things for her enemy. Cindy Montreal is a famous author under the pen name of aphrodisiacs. She is writing hot steamy romance but she is known for her thrilling stories that are full of killing. And she is also the heir of her mother's hotels and lands as the only daughter of her parents. " Madam. What do you want me to do when we get there?" Herriot asked. Cindy just smiled at Herriot as she put her index finger on her lips as she was signing Herriot to quiet.

She wanted me to take care of Polius, and I’m going to do that. I didn’t realize that I dozed off. The last thing I remember, I was trying to have fun by myself by reading some books from the bookshelf. It’s not transparent, and I didn’t expect that Polius was a book worm. It’s a lot of books, and the primary genres are romance and mystery. Nice taste, huh? Going back, I was woken up by groans. My neck hurts from my position and I can’t move it in one move. Shoot! Why is this happening again? A series of unfortunate incidents. I opened my eyes and saw that Polius was struggling to sit; therefore, I helped him.

So technically speaking, they weren't really a House, more an honorary one. Three and most important, my brother Beaumont hated violence with a passion. He couldn't stand having to use his magic to defend himself or God forbid take a life. I've actually overheard him saying that he believed the Shadow to be a curse. If he could rid himself of the shadow, I was certain that he would have done so. Now that I've made my point, I will tell you how the Crane and the Black have pushed me into this part I'm currently threading. So where was I? Yes, it was my twenty eight birthday and my parents got their act together and managed to show up. Maybe it was because Beaumont, his wife and children were

Why the fuck did I believe him when he said I was just going to be collateral, I should have known the spineless bastard was going to sell me. I can’t believe all that therapy made me forget who Romano is. A selfish, heartless monster that would do anything and everything to get what he wants. I can’t believe I was so gullible. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. A tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my train of thought. It was Gio. Everyone seemed to have left except for him.

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

she removed her hands from mine taking a step back. Her words shattered my desperate hopes into wariness. I didn't realize my selfless journey would be in vain. “Lord Cristen is a very dangerous man. I watched him slaughter my people. I watched my people starve, mothers beg for their babies as they were helplessly stripped away from their arms. His heartless animal nature is all that is left of his cold black heart.” She continued to narrate with hand movements. “He already has seen the resemblance, he will come after you Hernia" her words made no sense

"Look at what you just did. In His house. On the very steps of the altar." "What we just did, Edmund," I corrected, stepping down from the stairs and walking right up to him. I loved how his breath hitched when I used his actual name. "Don't put this all on me. I didn't force you onto your knees in the confession room and I certainly didn't force you to rip my shirt open." "You tempted me until I gave in," he hissed, backing up like I had a contagious disease. "You came into my confessional with the sole purpose of dragging me into hell with you. You're a sickness."

Why isn't it stopping this? The System stayed silent. Of course it did. In a game like this, nobody cared if a side character lived or died. I was just an NPC. An obstacle in the leads' romance. A disposable villain there to make the male lead look better. But the pain was real. Way too real. "Still not talking?" Heidi pressed down harder. I heard skin split, then felt another rush of warmth spill out. Black spots flickered across my vision like static from an old TV.

Chapter 2: Burn Him Lucian's Pov There is a specific kind of quiet that follows a confession and I know it well because I have been in enough rooms where someone said something true and the air just stopped moving while everyone decided what to do with it. This one lasted about four seconds before it became the loudest room I had ever been in. They took me by both arms before I finished my next breath, two of Scrolsal's men who had clearly been waiting for a reason to be in charge all evening.

Rosie said, turning to her. Now all eyes were on her. She stiffened slightly. For a moment, she wished the ground would just open up and swallow her. She cleared her throat. “Ehm… I…” she started, then steadied herself. “I think Sarah’s right. They weren’t supposed to have an affair in the first place. It was selfish on their part.” She paused briefly. “The father not thinking about his son… and Jordan not thinking about her boyfriend’s feelings.” When she finished, she felt it.