Novel & Cerita Bad Memories Novel Bl

I feel even more irritated when I couldn't remember the man. But something feels strange when I tried to remember yesterday's event. The man feels familiar but then with my situation yesterday, I'm not so sure anymore. What's wrong with me and keep forgetting? I'm not like this. I let my guard down too much and the thought doesn't satisfy me. I hold a piece of paper in my hand, the words are well written and neat on the paper surface and whoever left me the note is stupid. 'You are lucky I didn't lose control yesterday' -Vince

They had stopped at Max's clinic to have her checked out by Rebecca and she was making her take a blood test and all the complete works for just a couple of bruises and scrapes from the fall. Ian even called Shani the witch who summons and get rid of Benjamin's entity years ago. Shani told Ian that Blair was actually good without an amulet. She said that her husband's evil spirit had been placed back to his dimension months after their last meet. She apologized for not letting them know. "Mom?"

“I’m scared. I’m afraid he might do something to me. Y-you know...” “You mean, you’re worried he might force himself on you?” Laida asked in disbelief. Her face flushed. “Is that what married couples do? What if... I can always say ‘no’ because I’m sick, right? Right?” “W-wait. C-can you really not remember anything?” She doubted her? “The last time I remembered was I was seventeen years old. It was my first day in college. That’s all.” “OMG. Seriously, Madam? Are you real? This is not... you know?”

“You won’t be held accountable for what happened. It is clear that Amelia smuggled those depraved postcards in.” I was perplexed. “She didn’t bring the postcards. They fell out of that book.” “Perhaps in your confusion it seemed that way, but I would never allow such material in my library.” Mother gave Father a skeptical look, but did not question him. “According to her parents, Amelia was familiar with performing what we call the bad touch.” “What is that, Mama?” Mother looked once more at Father, her gaze nervous. “It is a way of touching your body that is . . . wrong. I will not describe it. All you must know is that it causes blindness, hysteria—even insanity. And it will ensure you go

ROSALVA'S POV ★ As I was going to slit Damien's throat. A bird flew over to my shoulder with a piece of paper in its beak. I took out the paper to check on what is inside, it was a letter written by one of my spies. My face squeezed in displeasing at what I had read. A mean frown edged between my brow. My heart hurts to the extent of my developing seizures. I felt another creature growing inside of me, the surging pains as my veins popped out.

It came back negative. I failed every class that semester. I lost my scholarship. I lost everything I had worked for. I had lost myself. I had no idea who I was anymore. What would have happened if it had been positive? What would I have done? Could I have gone home, to my dad, to my friends, carrying a child? What would I have done for money? Would I have kept the baby, or given it up for adoption? How could I have been so blind? How could I have thought that what Bobby did to me was love? Why would someone treat me like that? What kind of person was I to get in this situation in the first place? There were so many questions that I didn't know the answers to, questions I shouldn't have need

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

She came to a conclusion. Someone had sent them; she had seen too many scenes and incidents like that at her former school. Her school was one scary place and you had to be scarier to be able to keep your head.Sia was the scariest so of course her head was safe. As for who had sent the girls, Sia had no idea.

he says as he glances down to my lips. "Me too, sleep well," I say and he goes into his house. The drive to my house is terrible. I start crying when I realise I'm a terrible person. First, I used him as a slave which makes me no better than Adrian. Second, I used him without telling him the real reason why. "Fuck!" I shout as I wipe the tears falling down my face. I pull up to my house and I go inside quickly, going straight to the kitchen. I grab a knife and stand by the sink, not too sure what I'm planning to do with it.

I wanted to be held in those powerful arms as I traced his tattoos with fiery kisses whiles listening to him telling me all about their backstory. God,I needed to get a grip.On my wild thoughts.I am constantly bewildered and in awe at how he is able to derive such feelings and strange desires in me. Yet I still could not face him.I still cringe whenever I remember how I had left the first time we met.Was not entirely my fault considering my face was all swollen up from crying.I was embarrassed. On one occasion,I had seen him coming down the hallway in his signature dark outfit at school .He would have seen me had he not been focusing on something on his phone.