Affliction Novel Novels & Stories

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, trying to hold back the torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. As we sped down the highway, I couldn't help but think about Abby and the suffering she had endured. The memory of her paralysis was still fresh in my mind, and I felt a pang of sympathy for her. But my anger quickly overtook my pity, and I resolved to do whatever it takes to bring justice to her.

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.

It was but a bug beautiful prison decorated with illusions, Nov thought, as he slowly lost interest in anything, even her, Lin, the woman he was so madly in love with at first, the one he thought he was the luckiest man on earth as he was going to spend a happily ever after with her, oy that the happily ever after wasn’t happy. The loss of interest turned into frustration as Nov lost the desire to live, or more accurately, live the life he had, the frustration fed the hatred he had for the bastards who manipulated him, but he wasn’t stupid to let it show, as he saw what happened to Ayartma when she stupidly stood up against the all mighty Historia, the sight of her on her knees while her eye

She believed we had taken what was hers. Because of that, she was extremely jealous of me. Scott had originally had feelings for me. Natalie found out and made sure he chose her instead. Later, she went after Colin for the same reason. Anything that belonged to me, she wanted to take. When she said it, everything finally made sense. I had always wondered how she could even look twice at Colin, that weak man. I let out a quiet sigh, unsure what I was even supposed to say. At least now, I finally knew the truth. Looks like the affair backfired, hard.

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.

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.

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he said coldly before walking into the bathroom. He did not even care that I was still sitting there without any clothes on. As I got dressed, I winced from the pain in my body. Every movement hurt. But nothing compared to the pain I felt inside. My heart... it was completely shattered. I felt like I had been torn apart, piece by piece. To him, I was nothing but a dirty woman. Something to use. Nothing more. That thought hurt more than anything else. ******** Marcus’ POV

A slow, deep contraction, like a second heartbeat deciding to make itself known. I pressed two fingers there, the old instinct. The gift had never spoken in words, not in eleven years of keeping it. It spoke in pressure, in warmth, in the occasional stubbornness of knowing before I did. Tonight it was certain about something I hadn’t caught up to yet. I turned back to my desk. The census of ward failures along the southern Ashfields was spread across the whole surface, annotated in three colors, waiting for me to find the pattern I suspected was there. My tea had gone cold. The candle was burning low on the left side, which meant I’d been tilting toward the window more than I’d realized.

too innocent. I was supposed to be the one in control, the one who knew better, but I had let myself slip, falling into desire when I should’ve been stronger. I clenched my fists, the weight of my actions bearing down on me harder with each second. Anger bubbled up inside me. I slammed my fist against the shower wall, the sharp pain barely registering over the regret eating away at me. "Damn it!" I cursed myself under my breath, furious at how easily I had let myself get lost in the moment. She had only wanted to help. That’s all it was. But I let it become something else.