Novel & Cerita Cherished Affliction

Asha said, "For a girl who is getting married to the love of her life you seem extremely disinterested." " Love of my life!" She laughed. "You know, Asha, sometimes we pine for something so much that it becomes our life's ambition, only to find out later that it wasn't meant for us at all. Something more was in store for us." Asha was perplexed. "I'm not sure what you're saying, Aarya. What exactly is the problem?" Aarya remarked "Asha, I am a horrible person. It's not a good idea for me to get married."

I jumped hearing his sudden outburst, I had somehow tapped into his mind, again, unfortunately. "Well if you may know my dear Isabella. I unfortunately have had bitter-runs in with choosing my mates to claim, a very unpleasant tale to tell with you being the most recent. I'm sure you understand the distinction between a mate and a claimed human." My cheeks flushed hearing that he had wanted to mate with me but I quickly cleared my throat before continuing. "A mate is perceived as a companion, not a pet." I gave away what I had.

I chuckled dryly, woeful for him, “For his sake, stop.” “I sometimes wonder what is so special about this bond he can’t break, is it related to his curse? What exactly is this in the first place? Why is he so devoted to me?” I asked, glancing at her in suspicion but she frowned, “Because that’s how mates are supposed to be, to his misfortune he has you. You have ruined his life. Your obstinacy will lead you to death one day.” Closing my eyes, I ignored her words and leaned back, covering my eyes with my hands, gritting my teeth in fury.

Whenever I denies my feelings towards him, my heart always says the opposite. That I may be convincing myself that I already moved on from him, but my heart did not. My heart can't move on. I still have an affection towards him, but not the same as before. Because this time, it just became worst and worst. I believe that our feelings before, the time that we were cool and was on a relationship, is just a puppy love. And now, it was never the same like before. Anything changes.

It was like a curse that lived and passed through generations, in the same time they didn't have any male offspring. She didn't want to follow the path. Never, under any circumstances. But she knew it would be difficult, if not impossible, to break the chain. No man of a respectable background would ever be willing to marry a woman like her. In every culture, a bastard was a pariah, the lowest of the low in society. Maybe the only choice left was to be a spinster. She knew she wouldn't be happy to live a life like that. She was a hopeless romantic. She was always dreaming of finding her prince charming since she was a little girl.

Why drag his disabled body and stay in her life like that? Why should he stain her glamorous life with his existence? He knew that Nicole was not that kind of person, but he cared. He cared about other people’s sympathetic gazes toward Nicole and Chatty. Others would pity the perfect mother and daughter for having a disabled husband and father. Chatty would become inferior and sensitive because of it, and she would hate him more as she grew up. All of that affection would gradually be exhausted. He would have wished to die in that earthquake if Nicole or Chatty had even the slightest thought of regret and inferiority.

“I know, thank you!” Zachary, who was standing on her left, immediately looked very sullen. ‘D*mn!’ Years ago, he had suffered from some kind of jealousy-related disease. Every time he saw Charlotte flirt with a member of the opposite sex or even smile at them, he would feel as if a poison dart had struck his heart, which made him strangely uncomfortable… He had initially thought that he had fully recovered from that illness after being separated from Charlotte for four years. However, he had never thought that his condition would become worse than ever!

I have to tell myself that repeatedly because I’m about to lose my fucking mind. I look at the woman who sleeps by my side; her breasts rising and falling and a part of me wants to hate her entirely, but one thing that Evangeline says sticks in my mind. She wants to free her… She too is a victim of the curse… I’ve seen what it can do to a person as pure as Evangeline. ‘Why do you hate her so much?’ I ask Zerachiel. ‘She always ruins everything!’ He thunders. I frown, ‘Have you ever shown her kindness?’

For Xeraphina, for Talon, and for the hope that lingers in the depths of my heart, I will not surrender to her rejection. Yesterday, my troubles felt distant, like faded memories on the horizon. However, they now hang over me, casting a dark cloud that refuses to disperse. The gentle breeze, once carrying whispers of hope, now carries a heavy burden because of Charity’s interference. Prior to her intrusion, Xeraphina and I were rebuilding our friendship, finding solace in each other’s company like two lost souls. However, Charity’s arrival shattered this delicate balance, leaving me feeling incomplete, like a shattered mirror reflecting fragments of my former self. The weight of this anguish