Novel & Cerita Cherished Affliction

Miles' eyelids fluttered almost imperceptibly at the force of my condemnation. Yes, you Bastard! I refused to permit even that minuscule tell to rupture the sanctity of what I channeled. "I can't decide which chokes me more," I continued in a ragged rasp, tears welling hot and unbidden. "The despicable depths of your depravity in using me this way... or the soul-WITHERING fact that some tangled roots of my affections still cringe for you in PITY!" The anguish built like a fever, twisting and warping my expression into a rictus mask of torment.

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.

Isabel couldn't help but notice that whenever her life seemed perfect, filled with love and affection, disaster struck as if she was unworthy of happiness. She recalled the harsh words from her childhood about bringing bad luck to anyone close to her. Now, she wondered if those words were true and blamed herself for Mason's accident. "No... No... Nothing's going to happen to him," Isabel shook her head, trying to console herself, but her twisted emotions made her feel like a curse, destined to be denied happiness.

Meredith glanced at him sideways and said, "Do you have so much time? Are you bored?" "Bored?" Josiah grabbed her uninjured arm and said with a serious face, "Meredith, I said this morning that you have been injured several times since Charlie's car accident, and this time you were also injured by him. Am I right?" "Of course not." Meredith instinctively denied, "How could such a gentle and kind person hurt me?" "That's Charlie from before." Josiah hooked his lips and smiled. "A good person suddenly becomes crippled…no one would be able to accept it, and they will become irritable and difficult to deal with. Charlie is no exception."

Darian's throat felt dry as Reed spoke again. "Who do you think this chick is, whose blood we now need?" Darian looked away, his jaw clenched. How was he supposed to tell Reed it was not a she but a he? When merpeople found their mate, it triggered an Affliction called "Veezhof Rhaeshisaar," which translates to "blood summoning" in English. When a merperson came near their fated mate, their body recognized the bond before their mind did. At first, it would appear subtly, an unexplained pull that grew stronger with each encounter.

I asked. The elder paused before looking down. "Lady Diana suffers from some affliction. The one who visited her mother's line many generations back. For some reason hers is irreversible. It's said that if she doesn't bond with a Lycanwolf by her twenty-eighth moon, the affliction will take over her entire being." "She's almost cursed—just like you." Mr Tari chimed in. I reeled. My jaw opened and clenched. Diana. Cursed? I spun round to Mr Tari, "Why did you not inform me before now?" I hissed, my voice like ice. The room went silent. Everyone stared at him.

Life was good until she saw his naked, chiseled, sculpted body, and that marked the beginning of her endless wet dreams about her boss. Like that wasn’t bad enough, he walks in on her moaning his name. To help his very horny and single and beloved secretary, Isaiah went down on his knees and worshiped her and oh my my did she taste like heaven. With one taste of her and one taste of him, they found themselves wanting more and decided to be each other’s fuck buddy with no strings attached. How long will they fuck each other without catching feelings? Or are they already in love and too horny to see it?

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.