Cherished Affliction Novels & Stories

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.

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.

KESTER. The sluggishness at which this asshole was operating was grinding on my last fucking nerve. What the fuck was he still doing, listening to that chew toy of his? Christ. Karashi. A textbook definition of pathetic. And no, it wasn't just me. Any sane person should be disgusted by women like her... always hovering around men like Saint like he's the damn messiah. She's the kind that sells both soul and spine for the barest crumb of attention. The type that thinks if she bends over far enough and swallows deep enough, one day she'll wear the Luna crown.

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

“I’m old. I get it. There are some wolves who don’t find they’re fated.” Elder Edith scoffed. “Yeah. None of them are Alphas. Plus with your affliction…” My hands balled up. “My affliction? My inability to mark even a chosen mate isn’t an affliction. It’s not some disease. I don’t know why it is but it’s for a fucking reason. Let it go.” Getting up, I headed out the door. “Alpha, we aren’t finished.” “Oh yes we are. I’ll contact you when we need to meet next.”

"My ears tracked their mocking laughs during the territory alliance meeting!" "The elders were only debating the border patrol layouts your own brain suggested last moon-cycle," I say, shaking my head. "Absolute zero wolves are laughing at your scabs, Charis. Your mind is creating dark illusions because your spirit is fragile." "My boots will not attend the Citadel banquets or the full moon festivals anymore!" she roars, turning her scarred face away from my stare. "The other high caste packs stopped sending their invitation scrolls because my hideous skin makes their beasts sick! They find my ugliness repugnant!"

Blocking her way again, Chiri callously dug her heel into the toe of Curtis’s patent leather shoes in annoyance. The remark stirring memories of her first experience with the Abyss. Chiri was disgusted to recognize that this sadistic streak in his personality had not changed. Curtis always enjoying the torment of others, Chiri was not exempt from his fiendish tendencies neither before nor after her marriage to Cazer. Chiri’s willfulness presenting an intriguing challenge for him, Curtis readily sought opportunities to break her. Punishing Chiri for her accused impertinence upon every available occasion, it was no mystery why she remained wary of him to this day.

She is of the affections of a virtuous soul which will imprint, in her features, celestial characters and which will be beautiful even in the extreme of her old age. The gentle and benevolent affections of the soul are almost always found united in the same woman, with the most exalted imagination, no doubt, in order to destroy its fatal influence, it is thus that nature, always beneficent, has often put the remedy close to evil, and which she no doubt wished, by enlightening the mind by means of the heart, to spare reason for one of her finest triumphs. Affections cannot be controlled, they are the ones that drive us, and Carlos developed a great deal of affection and love for Malèna.

Athena “SHUT THE FUCK UP” After hitting snooze the gazillionth time, I just had to silence the poor thing, forever. R.I.P. Rest In pieces. Damn it, now I need a new alarm clock. “That another alarm clock?” And that’s my annoying ride-or-die bestie/housemate/ course-mate/sister everything, Sophie. Her mom adopted me when she found me wandering around like a ghost who refused to go toward the light. They took care of me ever since.

“It’s fine if I’m ugly or I can’t walk. All that matters is that you don’t look down on me.” “How do you know I won’t look down on you?” Charity asked. “You won’t.” Chester looked into her eyes. “I think I understand you very well.” A hint of confusion flashed across Charity’s eyes. “Have you ever thought about other people? I can’t possibly be with you only because you saved me. Moreover, humans are selfish. I’ve never been interested in you. Now that you’re crippled and ugly, I might just find you a burden. Not only me but your parents and the women you'll meet in the future might think so too.”