Affliction Novel Novels & Stories

I declared, immediately, as a searing pain started in my heart. "You're not my mate." Ulfred said, with his cold eyes on me. His gaze made me shiver and I staggered at his words. "You accepted me yesterday." I said, in a low tone. My eyes had turned blurry due to unshed tears. "I never declared you as my mate." Ulfred said to me. "I, Ulfred, Alpha of the Dark Wand Pack, reject you as my mate!" He declared and immediately, I fainted due to shock.

Felicia said while smiling slyly " That's so cruel, Felicia! Why do you derive joy from tormenting others?" Lila burst out in anger " You should know better by now, Felicia. Karma has a way of catching up with people like you." Sarah added whole looking at her friends with a disapproving eyes wondering when he friend turned to someone filled with so much wickedness

''You forced me to be in rel---,'' My words were left in my mouth when he crackled a laugh. ''You believe that? '' There was this smile on his face, making me sick to my stomach. ''Honestly speaking, you were just a bit. '' His words shook the world from under my feet. All this time, I was just a bet? He made me change myself to worse for him, he made me do so many regrettable things, including having an affair with my boss' bf and It was just a bet? I didn't wait to hear any further, I got up to leave. He was a lost cause; his disgusting mentality had made me sick to my stomach. As I was marching towards the door, I just wanted to escape, but he has some wicked plans waiting for me.

Though our relationship started as an affair, we proved to each other and everyone that love will always win out in the end. Katarina no longer has an affair with the President. What she has is an ongoing affair with her husband…. ME.

Since being devirginized by Kenton, I was even more aware of men’s pheromones than before. “You’re shivering,” he said as he grabbed my wrist and inspected my arm. “Are you seriously cold?” “I get cool at night, no matter the season,” I lied. I wasn’t about to admit that the goosebumps he was observing were from being so near to him. He made a ‘hmm’ sound as he released my wrist and made himself more comfortable by stretching his arm behind me across the back of the swing. “The girl was killed by a wolf. Everyone knows that. Why is Hap saying he needs to solve the case?”

I didn't want to leave my family behind. But I knew my own body. I didn't have much time left. I wondered if I could even make it through this winter. After this round of tests, I ended up spending more and more time in the hospital. On top of the bouts of unconsciousness, the muscles in my legs started to atrophy. I could only sit in a wheelchair, watching the flowers fall and the birds fly past the window. Winter crept in quietly. I sat in my wheelchair, staring at the snowflakes that had appeared in the sky without my noticing.

Matthew had been coddled his whole life. No one had ever laid a hand on him. His jaw tightened, and he spat out the word "Well" three times. "Let's see how far that attitude of yours really gets you, Aurelia." Melanie broke into loud, theatrical sobs, wailing that I'd ruined her face. She even demanded compensation. I scoffed. "That face? Please. It wasn't worth a dime to begin with." "Aurelia Sorensen!" Matthew barked, pulling Melanie into his arms. "Shut that filthy mouth of yours!"

While our parents looked like they were on the verge of celebrating, I felt like I wanted to shrink away and hide somewhere where I could be alone. I didn't have the mental strength to act like I was fine. It seemed that Raphael had lied to me, or he had manipulated me while strategically keeping this piece of information away from me. I felt like I had been used and then betrayed. I couldn't believe that he slept with me when he was already engaged to another woman. I felt pain shooting through the palms of my hands and then I realized that I had balled my hands into tight fists, and my fingernails were digging into my palms as my body shook with anger. If he's getting engaged and married s

I’d never liked hospitals, but now, walking through these corridors, knowing that Alex was about to lose her sister, and knowing that there was nothing anyone could do, I was starting to hate them. The lights flickered overhead, casting long, pale shadows on the walls. Our footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway, a soft, rhythmic tapping that felt almost disrespectful in the stillness. The scent of disinfectant was thick in the air, mixing with the faint, acrid smell of something burnt, like the sharpness of impending grief and the inevitability of death. It was a smell that seemed to burrow into my skin, staining me with its heaviness.

I no longer feel anger and hatred. Zach and Melody were no longer part of my life. They were merely chapters in a storybook that I would pick up to read occasionally. I was scrolling on my phone when I saw our city's local news. [Man With HIV Was Unhappy That His Girlfriend Is Negative. He Forced Himself on Her Multiple Times, Contracting Her With the Virus.] Although the accompanying photo was blurred, I could still recognize the people in the photo—Zach and Melody. Yet, at that moment, I no longer cared about them anymore. I was going to ask for a two-month sabbatical leave. I no longer want to go back and slave away at my job.