Novel & Cerita Cherished Affliction

"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.

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.

" Her face went paler with every word. She opened her mouth like she wanted to argue. Nothing came out. Because she knew I was right. The floating comments drifted past. [He sees right through her] [She never loved Rowan. She loved being needed] [That's why she could hurt Rowan for Andy. Andy needed her more] [Actually pathetic and disgusting] "Go home, Heidi," I said quietly. "Stop coming to see me. "For whatever time I have left, I just want peace."

The cold and the relentless torture were too much, so I lost the pup that had only just begun to grow inside me. By the time Carl burst in and pulled me into his arms, all that was left was the blur of my fading consciousness and the blood soaking through my clothes. It was around that time that I developed something like a psychological dependency. I couldn't stand being away from Carl for long. The healer said I needed constant companionship and reassurance from my mate. The torture had left lasting damage to my body, too. It meant I'd never be able to carry a pup of my own again. Carl comforted me back then, saying it didn't matter if we couldn't have pups.

I recited the visionary's lines, the phrases sounding absurd and petrifying simultaneously. Idris absorbed it closely, his grip taut on the wheel. "'The direst peril dons a familiar guise.' Victor? Or a sibling? 'Affection solely can claim the prize.' What's that imply? That you have to... cherish her to dodge this downfall?" "The link isn't about affection," I retorted sharply, the familiar barrier surging. "It's about ownership. Instinct." "Is it?" Idris questioned, his focus on the highway. "Felicia didn't mention 'the link.' She said 'affection.' They're distinct, Ethan. One's a restraint. The other's a decision."

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.

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

The thing about power is that if you aren't careful, it tends to consume you, messing with your mind and turning you into something your friends no longer recognize. Karistus was running off of raw, ancient power direct from the Gods, and as she went from country to country recruiting her soldiers, it was beginning to take its toll.

She is right, it's a curse, an affliction embedded deep in our bones, a one we can't escape no matter how hard we try, "So, it feels stupid, and well rather selfish to bring anyone else into this." "We suffered," She shrugged, like suffering wasn't that big of a deal anymore, "So, let's not make more people suffer as well," She added, her tone strong and fed up with what this life keeps pushing our way, "You want to correct your mistakes, you do just that."

Ash: I don’t do affection, I don't do friendship or more Olivia: You do affection Ash: No, I don't Olivia: Yes, you do, and you do well at it Olivia: You said you've never really known affection or love, but in spite of that, you're doing good Olivia: Your affection is really safe and warm Ash: It's not Ash: I'm not affectionate Olivia: You are Ash: When was I ever affectionate? Olivia: Are you seriously asking? Ash: I am Olivia: When I moved out Olivia: The whole day and night, you were affectionate with me Ash: That wasn't affection Olivia: It was Olivia: Do you know what affection is? Olivia: Asher? Olivia: It's okay if you don't Ash Olivia: Do you? Ash: Not really Olivia: Well Olivia: I'