Affliction Novel Novels & Stories

"When you defied fate the first time despite all the warning not to meddle in her affair’s, you triggered a punishment… a retribution for daring to rewrite what had been written." Her gaze held his, unflinching. "This reality, this version of the world where she's a nun and you're a stranger to her, it's your punishment. A prison designed to torment you with the one thing you can't have. Her love, memory and her choice." Something cold and sharp twisted in Zavian's chest. He'd suspected as much. He had felt the wrongness of this world from the moment he'd woken up in it, alone, with centuries of searching ahead of him and no guarantee he'd ever find her.

CHAPTER 1 ALEX It was Valentines but there I was in my shop, working on a dress because I didn't have a date or plans for the day. I hadn't gone on a date in four years and it was going to remain that way for a while because men started to repulse me from the moment the supposed love of my life betrayed me. Sighing tiredly, I checked the time to see it was past noon and immediately, my stomach grumbled. I decided to grab lunch before returning to finish the dress.

I felt twisted and sick, but I didn’t care as long as he never stopped using me for his pleasure. “Please…” I pleaded for him to give me more. His pace quickened even further, and I felt his nails dig into my hips, drawing blood. “Jake!” I couldn’t help myself, my pussy clenched around his thick girth and a flood of my honey coated his length. “Doll, do you want me to fill up your tight cunt?” He groaned as he moved impossibly fast, jackhammering into me. I couldn’t even answer, didn’t want to. I wanted everything this man had to give.

On the day we were about to register our marriage for the ninety-ninth time, I, Joshua Smith, went rigid as I read those words flickering before my eyes. Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. It was the memory of being poisoned in my previous life, so vivid it felt as though it had just happened. Talia Ford, my wife, saw me frozen and snapped impatiently, "Joshua, move! Get out of my way! I need to go to the hospital with Uncle Adam!"

“What are you talking about?” “They’re having an affair,” she said calmly. “According to him.” I stared at her, unable to form a coherent sentence. “What kind of affair?” I asked, hating the absurdity of my own thought. Evelyn didn’t flinch. “A sexual affair.” A heavy silence fell. “Alexander doesn’t know, does he?” The thought escaped me before I could stop it. Evelyn shook her head. “No. And he never must.” I looked away, running a hand over my face. “You know what he’s capable of.”

Her accusation hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating any semblance of peace that remained. Anger and hurt collided within me, a tumultuous storm raging beneath the surface as I struggled to find my voice amidst the chaos. "That's not... that's not what happened," I stammered, my words faltering in the face of Allison's relentless onslaught. The truth of Charlotte's loss weighed heavily on me, a wound that had never fully healed, a pain that still lingered in the depths of my soul.

Afgan's words could be heard clearly from behind the door, it seemed that the stabbing words were deliberately thrown by the arrogant man to hurt Adelia. Adelia wiped away the tears and tried to walk to the bathroom. “I need a shower. My head is dizzy and my stomach hurts.” Adelia felt confused because she didn't buy the heartburn medicine she usually took. It wasn't long before Afgan's footsteps came hurriedly down the stairs. Adelia took a deep breath as she soaked in the oversized bath tub. She felt that she was being treated unfairly by her newly married husband. Afgan considered her a cheap woman while he himself was having an affair with Melinda.

I was so foolish and naive that I kept hoping that one day, he would change and accept me, but that day never came. I remember when I escaped the Island and was immediately captured by him. That day was the happiest moment of my life as Alfira and I rejoiced, thinking we finally found our mate. We thought, that it was the beginning of our happiness, since we have been in isolation for many years. However, Alfred looked at me with so much hate and disgust, before saying "You're a half blood, and you reek of weakness... Someone as weak as you don't deserve to be my mate_ you don't deserve to be my luna. And the only reason I am not rejecting you is so that I could get what I want. After that,

I am that poison. I’m the only thing wrong with Bloodbound pack. Without me everything would be nice, free and uncomplicated. All I did was love with all of my heart but my love has turned to a twisted sickness infecting the pack and I’m acutely aware of it. And so I stay in my room, far away from the festivities. Rumours start about me, and they grow and spread, reaching me. There are rumours that I cry myself to sleep each night, bitch please. My tears have long dried up. They say I stay up all night begging to goddess to take back her pup. Quite conflicting as I should be crying myself to sleep, and so not me. Those darkest, most shameful wishes were only for an instant and I have quickly

As I played, flashes of my dark life flashed before my eyes, I got sucked into the melody so badly that I failed to realize when the man whom I waited for walked in. It was only till he violently gripped my shoulders and licked the healing spot at the side of my neck, that my fingers flinched and missed a key. I could feel his hot breath fanning on my neck, and his warm tongue swirling across my skin, the pain from the day hadn't vanished. "Why?" I whispered to myself, my hands still resting on the keys, he was going to end my pitiful life, before I ever got to bask once in the sunlight. Once his fangs sunk into my skin everything regarding Heather Ashenburn would be over and done with.