Cherished Affliction Novels & Stories

" 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."

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.

I'm developing affections for her and it's wrong. She could become my weakness if it grows above mere affection and tenderness. I have many enemies, developing a weakness is a leisure I unfortunately can't afford.

Chuck pursed his lips, remaining silent. Sophia continued. "I heard she has the most difficult-to-treat type, a long and recurring illness. It's likely that you'll have to carry it for the rest of your life. Oh, and having this disease significantly reduces the chances of you having children. Your family lineage might end with you. Amber is ruthless by seducing you when she knows about her condition.” Chuck was consumed by an overwhelming anger. "She deserves to die."

I frowned, wanting to phrase my question differently, “Why are the people who hate me…suddenly acting as though they are on aphrodisiacs?” “Ah, good question, good, good question!” he smiled, “The Goddess gifted you with alchemy that makes those who loathe you, past a certain threshold, desire you.” “Though it is not as vague as that,” he cleared his throat then proceeded with the explanation, “The blessing only affect those who colluded to harm you and loathe you towards a certain threshold, both categories need to be met for the alchemy to take place. She believed that that was the best way to ease your burden. Unfortunately, the effects are the same for you. In just the same way they are

Horrific. I hate the fact Cherish had been exposed to so much of this shithole. It is exactly what I aimed to avoid when I made myself pick her for my prize. In many ways I have failed her and yet she looks at me so sweetly.How long could her spirit really survive in this place? She sighed, looking down at our hands, our fingers entwined as her thumb slowly stroked mine up and down. Little trembling flutters travelled down my arm, making Kohl jittery and eager for more.

“Yes, I will.’ I protested. ‘You’ve been saying you’d fill the dungeon, and these stairs will cement since you were seventeen. You’re a masochist no better than me. You keep this place because it reminds you of your suffering. You come down here and relive the pain because somewhere in you, you think you deserved it.’ Chesed rolled his eyes. I frowned because, honestly, I had no response. I don’t like it, but Chesed is right. As much as I hate this place, some part of me keeps it around. And maybe he’s right that a part of me believes what my father said. That I deserved every second of pain, he inflicted. That it was my fault my mother couldn’t love me. That I’m just not worthy of anyone’s

With renewed determination, I focused on the task ahead, ready to do whatever it took to salvage the company's reputation and secure our future. As Marc departed, his parting words served as a sobering reminder of the cost of my ambition. "Sorry for your loss," he said, his smirk betraying a sense of detachment that left me questioning my own morality. In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of man I had become, willing to sacrifice everything in pursuit of success, even at the expense of those closest to me.

But I also think that it's not my fault that they brought me back to life, I also ask myself if I deserve what the people around me make me feel, but I also think that I am grateful to them because somehow they were able to clothe me and feed me. I know it's a mistake, but why do I have to feel that every day, I can't take it like a stone and not be hurt by what they make me feel, even if it's every day I don't get used to it, it's just too painful. Before I go to sleep, I always ask 'when will I be able to feel the true love of my Mother, when will that time be when she will be happy because she had an Aurelia in her life?'