Cherished Affliction Novels & Stories

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.

I merit the most obviously awful of torments for behaving like the most terrible of ladies. I have known about them; those ladies who desire a man's touch, who might kick the bucket for their picked man. They generally experience the ill effects of conveying this kind of affliction, even though they generally guarantee that they are better as a result of it. I have never perceived these ladies and youngsters my age who pronounce to genuinely be enamored, because it appears as though a problematic feeling that everybody would improve without, obviously, except when you are attempting to mend a Shifter. Also, presently I have been decreased to this. I want to say a line from the old-century ve

“My bad. I'm the stupid one... for refusing to see the blessings that marriage can bring for so long.” Cherish looked Dexter up and down, her eyes sharp, judging him as if she were a judge in a competition. She was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly without a smile or comment. “For now, I consider you a man worthy of my mother,” Cherish said in a high-pitched, pretentious tone, her chin raised, a haughty expression clearly visible on her childish face. Dexter beamed, “Right? I'm not that bad, am I?” Cherish nodded briefly, not very enthusiastically. But her eyes narrowed as she asked, “So, what have you prepared, Mister?”

The way he’d walked off like I was nothing. I got it now. He didn’t like me. Not even a little. And no amount of standing too close or pretending I didn’t care was going to change that. I smiled into my glass, the expression breaking as fast as it formed. A tear slipped out anyway, hot and embarrassing. I wiped it away with the back of my hand, but it didn’t help the weight sitting in my chest. “I’m always unlucky when it comes to love,” I murmured to no one. “Everyone I’ve ever loved… never loved me back.”

He tried his best to be good to me and be with me. From dating to proposing and then getting married, he said he wanted to work hard to catch up to me, to stand side by side with me one day. When he said those words, he was suffering from gastritis due to socializing and ended up in the hospital. He lay in the hospital bed, his face pale, holding my hand with the utmost solemnity. I felt the warmth of his hand, and my heart was pounding loudly. Maybe from that moment on, I began to like him.

"We both know you're just after some rich woman. How pathetic—whoring yourself out like this. Does Charlene know you used to be a con artist?" "Shut the hell up," Zach snapped, his face going pale as he quickly checked if anyone had heard. Shirley gave him a scornful look and silently reached out to the system in her mind. The system's voice echoed back. "You have one last swap left. Charlene has beauty, intelligence, an ideal figure, and more. You can pick one to take for yourself." Shirley answered urgently, "I want to have her background. I want to live her life."

Felicia said while smiling slyly " That's so cruel, Felicia! Why do you derive joy from tormenting others?" Lila burst out in anger " You should know better by now, Felicia. Karma has a way of catching up with people like you." Sarah added whole looking at her friends with a disapproving eyes wondering when he friend turned to someone filled with so much wickedness

"If something goes wrong, it will not be good for you. Remember this" Throughout this conversation, I was looking at Alaric intently, or rather, was attracted to him. His presence was a great support for me, even though we did not know each other properly. Strong shoulders, dark silky settled hair from the night, eyes like hot cups of honey, tall stature, strong body, and soft nature are his strengths. Any girl will try hard to be with him.When he turned towards me, I lowered my eyes, trembling. My heart beat faster and I felt ashamed. I am no longer holy. I have no right to have such feelings for any special person. I will stigmatize my tarnished life as well as his. Thinking about all this

I could have easily broken free from their dungeon easily but I didn’t want to. I may be a powerful lycan, but still, it was painful when I was being beaten up. I never thought that my beautiful little gem would feel those beatings. I will never let anyone beat me ever again. I don’t want her to feel any pain. I want her to be pampered. I want her to feel loved. Because she deserved all the good things in life. After I was forced to leave my pack, I would have led my life thinking that I would never be loved ever again. That I am not worthy of being wanted or affection. However, she showed me that it was not true.

He was handsome, successful, and very nice. Every time they went out, she noticed all sorts of women eyeing him interestedly, but he seemed to only have eyes for her, so why couldn't her stupid heart just fall in love with him? She was fast realizing that what she had had for him at first was a crush, which she knew was not going to blossom any further than that. Instead, she had the feeling that it would dwindle into resentment if he kept looking at her with those sad eyes and that puppy dog expression.