Build My Gallows High Novel Novels & Stories

They slap her away from me and sends her crashing into a wall. I fall to the floor with four stabbed wounds. I lay there on the ground, with open wounds that gush out with blood. My pulse quickens as it feels like I am about to die. Tears roll down the sides of my face. I stare up at the ceiling. Suddenly, it feels like this same thing has happened before. And I remember the first time I had laid in this position, staring at nothing in the ceiling. It had been a few days after I arrived at this strange land. It was the day the ghouls appeared in the mansion. I had been pushed from an insane height; I landed on my back, and I had dislocated several bones and broken my ribs.

Then his eyes fell on the sturdy building's high wall. With an impulse from nowhere, he darted towards the locked fence and miraculously managed to climb over it, trying his best to reach safety. Inside the dark courtyard, the atmosphere was eerie; the once magnificent villa-style building now looked like a war zone, riddled with damage as if it had just experienced a massive explosion and terror that left a void.

I can have friends and a normal life for once. I’m so consumed by thoughts of living freely, I don’t even notice we’re arriving until the wagons begin to slow. The fence surrounding the massive prison is topped with barbed wire and the gate that opens to allow us passage is heavy and slow. A lump forms in my throat as I look up at the fortress in front of me. I gulp as I take in the number of guards surrounding the building – the building that is easily twenty stories high, with bars chained to the outside of every window.

We just sit in that cold, dark room, waiting for morning to come and seal our fates. I lie on the floor with my blanket pulled up to my chin, staring at the ceiling. I think about my parents. My siblings. The life I'll never get back. I think about Lily, wherever she is. And I think about tomorrow. The High Hall. The King. “One mistake, and you're dead.” I close my eyes and try to breathe. But all I can smell is smoke and stone and the sharp, wild scent of wolves. --- Morning comes too soon. The door opens, and a different guard appears—older, grizzled, with a scar across his throat that looks like someone tried to rip it out once and failed.

The weight of Annalise's revelation bore down on me, and I mourned the loss of the life I had known. As I approached the looming manor that had become my prison, the dawn of new trouble awaited, casting its ominous shadow over my uncertain future.I sighed heavily as the Gattar Manor loomed before me, its imposing presence a stark reminder of the cage that had entrapped me for years. This revelation had unleashed a whirlwind of confusion, and I couldn't shake the feeling that destiny was unraveling before me.

Not her life. ********************* I stumbled onto the dirt ground, groaning in pain as my knees bruised against the gravel stones. My hands were tied behind my back, the rope cutting into my wrists, but the pain was nothing compared to the dread tightening around my chest. “Let’s go!” one of the goons barked as he led Lilibeth and me into what looked like an old, abandoned building—a warehouse, maybe, or a basement of sorts. The brick walls were crumbling, graffiti scrawled across them like a warning. The windows were shattered, dark holes staring back at me like hollow eyes.

Chapter 86 The Orgy GAEL’S POV I coughed from sleep, and my eyes flared open. I sat up, feeling lost. I scratched the back of my eyes to be sure of where I was. Naked ladies littered the entire room. I rolled my eyes at the sight—another wasted night with strangers.

Only then did I remember that I was already dead, with only a lingering soul left. The man's fists rained down on Zack's body, yet he didn't struggle or fight back—merely laying on the ground, unmoving. I paced back and forth, overwhelmed with worry. Eventually, the man got tired and stopped beating Zack up. Meanwhile, Zack remained motionless and bloodied on the ground. The drug dealer spat angrily. "What a useless man! You're a lot weaker than your sister! She refused to reveal your house address even when I chopped all her fingers off! So much for being siblings, huh?"

The moonlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Elara’s new studio, casting long, skeletal shadows across her drafting table. It was a modest space compared to the sprawling opulence of the Thorne mansion, but to Elara, it smelled of something far more precious: graphite, expensive vellum, and freedom. She ran a hand over the rough edge of a blueprint, her fingers tracing the skeletal structure of the 'New Dawn' tower. This wasn't just a building anymore; it was her manifesto. It was the proof that Elara Vance had survived the fire, the betrayal, and the crushing weight of the Thorne name.

Asked her younger sister not to make a sound. "These walls are weird. We have to break it down." Kay approaches Kim and Kyra. That girl hugged her two younger sisters. She heard someone trying to break down the door. Kay closed her eyes and hoped that she and her siblings would survive. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Hallo! My name is Marrygoldie. This is my first story in GoodNovel. I'm so nervous. I hope you can enjoy this story. Wait for next chapter tommorow and thank you. Bye bye...