Novel & Cerita Cherished Affliction

I deserve the worst torture for acting like the worst woman. I've heard of them; those women who covet a man's touch, who would die for the man they chose. They always suffer from carrying this type of disease, although they always claim that they are better because of it. I have never understood those women and children my age who claim to be truly in love, because it seems to be an embarrassing emotion that everyone would be better off without. Of course, except when you're trying to cure a Shifter. And now I'm reduced to this. I feel like saying a line from old century poetry.

I cherish you everyday i will never stop loving you For the rest of my life you are always mine You don't have to think twice because I am yours I will love you always From the depths of my soul you have the control in my heart I've waited so long to say this to you If you're asking if I cherish you nor do I love you this much my answer is always I do "Just make sure that my effort to marry you is not in vain." Harah replied flatly. Shawn just laughed at what she said. In my world that is full of darkness

Margaret let out a dry chuckle, “oh please, stop this foolishness. Contended with what you have? What do you have? No tell me, what do you have, what are you contended with? A house in dire need of repair and that is not even yours? You are sick with breast cancer but you can’t even afford money for your surgery, yet you say you are contended with what you have. Spare me that rubbish and take the money you and I know you need.” Abigail was surprised when she mentioned her illness; she knew she didn’t tell her so how did she know about it? She pushed the thought out of her mind to focus on what’s at hand. Margaret’s insults hurts her to the bone but there was nothing she could do, she can’t e

It is kisses that linger like dawn, smushes that melt into laughter, cuddles that bind us tighter than vows. From the first spark of our union to its last ember, my wish stood out under the full moon to be yours in every night, to be yours in every day. Your mark burns upon my chest, a mirror of your soul etched within mine, beyond and beneath, forever seared. Look through your window. That is the path I walk. I bolt outside. There is no sign of her. The woods are silent. Do not chase me, though I know your feet will betray you.

“You failed a test. A simple test. And now... they’re curious.” “I’ll fix it,” Cherry whispered. “Please. Just give me another—” “Enough.” He circled her like a predator. “I don’t tolerate weakness,” he said. “And right now, you're crawling with it.” “I’m loyal.” “Loyalty without results means nothing.” She swallowed hard. “Please... don’t hurt me.” The man crouched to her level, still cloaked in shadow. “You think pain is your punishment?” His voice was soft now, almost cruel in its calm. “No, Cherry. Pain is a gift. What comes next... is the curse.”

She asked when he caressed a finger over it. "It's amazing, I love it. I'll be wearing this now on special occasions" he said as he put the lid back on the box. "Why on special occasions? You can wear it everyday" "Then it would get old too early, if I'll use it less then it will last much longer and I want to cherish this gift very much" he confessed, placing the box bag in the bag. "You're weird" she said as she laughed at his statement. Why would he cherish something so casual as a tie? He can buy another similar one. She thought.

This is just so fucking tormenting. "Hey, Ingrid, Hija, it's not a solution at all for your sorrow. And, I feel so sorry for you. But... You need to at least think of something that could make you feel better. Make you feel alive and hopeful. Life is a precious gift. And, if there is still life, there is always hope to achieve what we want. Believe in miracles, too. It happens if you just will believe in it." She advised as I felt a hand touched my left leg and I just sighed deeply.

- Saphira! - Let me talk. I was very happy with my parents' support, but when they died, I was left alone in the world, and it was hard. It's very tough. Loneliness, a closed heart in the chest, but seeing how happy others were, how they had fun, dated, married, and had children. I have never envied anyone. I accept God's mistake, error, or ordeal. Ordeal “difficulty, distressing situation or very great suffering, which tests the moral strength, religious faith, convictions, etc. of an individual. Maybe to make me stronger. I don't know. But I felt it was a mistake. I saw others and felt sorry for myself,

He was going home. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ She stood in the hallway, her arms wrapped around her stomach doing her best to keep her insides from spewing all over their living room floor. Cherish hadn't meant to hurt him, to say the vile excuses for what she did. Her words were hateful and hurtful. She didn't even apologize. She spewed her venom and watched the pain of her words dim the light in his eyes. If she was given time to cool off after her day with Edwin, she probably wouldn't have gone off on Glen the way she had. Yet, she still fumed, her body pumping with the adrenaline of her encounter with Edwin and then watching him go all puppy-eyed over Faith when she returned.

She is still afraid of the fact that I might force her. I have to change her this thought. She is thinking wrong about me. I will never dare to force her. She is enough tainted by my filth. I can't taint her more. She is a pure flower which belongs to a beautiful garden. And I have plucked her viciously. She is right. I am really a monster.