Cherished Affliction Novels & Stories

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

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.

"Mr Fred, I called you in here to discuss a matter with you" "What is it?" Fred asked. "It's about the patient. I think she is suffering from PTSD, posttraumatic stress disorder. It's a condition that occurs after experiencing a tragic loss. The patient just lost the two people closest to her. I advise she should not be left alone at this critical time as she might want to hurt herself. She should be surrounded by family" "Thank you doctor. I perfectly understand that. I'll make sure she's never left alone" "You're welcome. You can go see her now" the doctor said. "Will do that" with that Fred left the doctor's office

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.

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.

Cherish sighed helplessly after hearing all those things from her friend. She's feeling so depressed, but she's glad that she got a friend just like Belvina. "All I know is I miss him so much. Everywhere I look, I see his face. No matter what I do, he always comes to my mind. And I've come to realize that I already fell in love with him, while I was still in Japan." she relayed. "Love is really complicated. But love isn't a bad thing." Belvina tries to pacify her friend.

And we will rid the world of that runt bitch. My jaw tightens. He’s right. Zahra. My curse. My shame. The creature that crawled from Heather’s grave. Her face echoes my mate’s features too perfectly—an insult carved in flesh. Every time she breathes, it’s a betrayal. She should never have lived. She stains everything. Killing her isn’t just revenge. It’s reclamation. It’s justice. Illian’s voice breaks the spiral. "What weaknesses can we exploit in their lands?"