Cherished Affliction Novels & Stories

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.

To love is to invite destruction. These nightly torments left her drained, her resolve weakened. In the harsh light of dawn, the exhilaration of a hard-won victory, the quiet satisfaction of a plan well-executed, would be overshadowed by the gnawing insecurity that Kael’s unwavering devotion stirred within her. How could she, a queen who had presided over a kingdom’s decline, who bore the indelible marks of past failures, possibly be worthy of such pure affection? She had made decisions, some born of desperation, others of flawed judgment, that had led to suffering. The weight of those choices pressed down on her, a physical burden that made it difficult to stand tall, let alone embrace the

Greedy for power, greedy for ranking, and greedy for affection. Life inside the institution wasn’t full of rainbows and flowers. In fact, it is full of shit, damp, and gutter. “The affection that you sought for has come to bite you, my lovely label.”

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."

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?

I spat out without trying to struggle, I knew instinctively that his Majesty was superior to me in strength. "Do you think I've forgiven you for impersonating Daphne? Your punishment was just delayed." He told me with uncanny eyes. My insides tied a nervous knot, as his free hand found it's way to my exposed neck. Due to how sore it was, the slightest touch made me sensitive, and his majesty knowing this took full advantage of it. "Heather...do you want to live?" The way he said my name was filled with so much disdain that I found it funny he hadn't ripped me to shreds yet. His fingers danced around the spot he usually fed from, muffled groans and moans escaped my lips.

Why isn't it stopping this? The System stayed silent. Of course it did. In a game like this, nobody cared if a side character lived or died. I was just an NPC. An obstacle in the leads' romance. A disposable villain there to make the male lead look better. But the pain was real. Way too real. "Still not talking?" Heidi pressed down harder. I heard skin split, then felt another rush of warmth spill out. Black spots flickered across my vision like static from an old TV.

His attention diverts to Danteleon. Hessuel's silver fangs are insanely painful in my flesh! If it weren't for healing, I cannot withstand it. Even the curse of Afvshaganif's name is gone. However, looking at Hessuel's abnormal condition, I couldn't contain the tears—questioning how long we shall suffer. Isn't this enough? Isn't this too much? "Can't you do anything more pathetic than this?" Afvshaganifs is back, sitting and leaning his elbows on his knees beside me with the same emotionless face.