Anya Forger Cry Novels & Stories

Alta asked, she is not crying anymore. I went to her “Can I tell you something?” I said, she nodded. “I have done something wrong, I don't know if she can forgive me. I left my princess but I regret it, I miss her every day but because it hurts. I have no choice but to accept it. She is my life so it truly hurts me so much when I left her. Do you think she can forgive me?” “That is also what happened to me. My brother said I am his princess but he still leaves me. I hope my brother is also like you.” She said

he said still bursting in tears. I silently listened to him still gently brushing his curly hair. “He made me, he…” Akira struggled to talk. “Who is he?” I asked. “F…Fred, Fred Volt” he finally replied. I felt my body go hot as the memory of what Sorrow had told me came in rushing through my mind. I needed to do something. “I can’t stay here anymore sister Siren” he said. “The social workers are going to take me.” A deep scar appeared in my heart at that very moment as tears gathered in my eyes.

There was no sign of recognition. Aaryan went closer and knelt in front of her. "Ananya, I am Aaryan. Three years ago..." Ananya suddenly screamed. She threw the doll at Aaryan. "Go! Get out of here! You’re a ghost! You eat babies!" Tasnim hugged Ananya. Aaryan backed away. Tears were in his eyes. It felt as if someone was twisting a knife in his chest. "I came to ask for forgiveness, Ananya. I didn't know..."

Cryp turned his forehead to Zatima who was pointing the gun at him. Zatima held the gun tighter. But Cryp smiled vigorously. "You should be glad you haven't lost your memory unlike Niko or should I say Xyler," Cryp explained. Now, Niko was back to looking at Cryp as well as Zatima. Indeed she does remember her childhood memories, from where she was a beggar walking down the dirty streets, stealing money from people. Compared to her this time, whi achieved so mich more of the second highest positioning Arial Killer.

Their eyes glowed a sickly green, their faces twisted in grotesque smiles. The furies. They had found me. Terror surged through me, freezing me in place. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My body refused to move, paralyzed by the sheer weight of their presence. The furies advanced, their whispers filling the air around me, wrapping around me like chains. “Ava… you belong to us now…” “No…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I don’t… I don’t belong to you…” But the furies only laughed again, their voices dripping with malice. “Oh, but you do… Your soul is ours…”

His forgotten Luna Ariana couldn't still get over what happened that night. She was really so Obsessed to pay Alpha theo back for what he did to her. He spoiled her innocent self now just take a look at her. She had already been abused. She's no longer that sixteen year old girl she was Back then. She had changed and she promised to pay back those people who spoiled her Life. Queen Sarah is the most number one person who she really needs to get rid of. Alpha Theo is the second one. The person who's giving her this trauma guess what? She heard it clearly. She heard when they were saying that she was pregnant.

“I don’t need you to fight for me, Ethan. I need you to fight with me. Let me in.” For a moment, he said nothing. Then, with a slow nod, he said, “All right. Together.” That evening, they sat in Ethan’s study, the documents spread out on the desk. Olivia brought over two cups of coffee, setting one beside him. “Anything stand out?” she asked, pulling up a chair. “These forgeries are almost flawless,” Ethan admitted, his brow furrowed. “Whoever did this had access to sensitive information. Daniel couldn’t have done this alone.”

“I don’t joke.” A cold wave of dread washed over her. She searched his face for any sign of hesitation, any trace of doubt. There was none. Her fingers curled into fists. “You’re lying.” Kael’s gaze hardened. “I don’t repeat myself.” The entire pack was watching, waiting for her reaction. She could feel their pity, their amusement. Even Liana, her stepsister, stood at the edge of the crowd, a smirk playing on her lips. Ayla forced herself to breathe. “You don’t have a choice,” she whispered. “We are fated.”

She whispered, "What did you say?" I took a breath, forcing down the ache in my chest. When I spoke again, my voice was steady. "I was seventeen. My foster parents sold me to her family. They wanted me to marry her. I escaped on the wedding day. If you don't believe me, go look up the police records."

she said with a smug smile. I nodded. "You're right. I can't do anything to you." But someone else might. After she walked away in triumph, I pulled out my phone and stopped the recording. Then, I sent Lydia the dog's necropsy report along with the voice recording. Lydia's mind was already clouded with despair, and she finally snapped. She didn't even have the strength to scream anymore. The ones closest to her had hurt her the most. She would use her own way to end the pain.