Novel & Cerita Corrupted By You Marzy Opal

“How can I help?” She took my hand, clamping down hard enough to cause bruising. “Listen to me. We don't have much time.” “What do you mean? Mom, you're scaring me.” “The corruption.” She took a shuddering breath. “It's almost complete. Soon I won't. I won't be me anymore.” “No.” I shook my head hard. “No, we can fight it. I did. Look.” I showed her my opalescent scars. “They tried to corrupt me too, but something changed instead. We can do the same for you.”

“What did I just do?” Across from her, Alden Rowe seemed thinner now, his outline blurring at the edges like fog dissolving in morning light. “You accepted the watch,” he said. “The light answers to the one who chooses it.” “I didn’t choose anything!” she shot back. “You said the town—” “And you stayed.” Another tremor rippled through the cliff, but weaker this time. Below, the massive shape sank slowly into darker water. Not gone. Just deeper. Waiting. Mara forced herself to look at the lens. It was no longer cracked and dusty. The glass shimmered, polished and whole, casting a beam far across the ocean. Symbols faintly glowed along the brass frame—spirals and wave-like markings she had nev

Gloria and Marvin exchanged a glance, skepticism evident. Danial gritted his teeth, forcing himself to speak through the pain. “This is Blood Poison. It’s highly corrosive and adaptive. It fights anything that opposes it and evolves to counter it. Normal cures won’t work. But there’s a way... But for that, you will have to follow my instructions." Marvin’s expression darkened, but he nodded. “If this is your choice, I’ll ensure no one interferes.” Gloria hesitated, then stepped back. “Fine. But if you fail...”

"You worthless woman, what right do you have to have the Don's favor? After today, you'll be a filthy thing anyone can touch! I want to see if the great Don Valerius still wants you when you're nothing but used goods!" She pulled out a vial of some drug and forced it down my throat, then took out her phone, ready to record Marco torturing me. In my despair, my hand fumbled for my phone in my purse. I blindly dialed Caspian's number from memory. The second the call connected, I screamed with all my might, "Caspian—!" Crack! Marco kicked the phone out of my hand, and the screen shattered. "You bitch, you dare call for help?" Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes.

One press, and Julian would disappear forever. Julian was bleeding now. The needles tore through his clothes and pierced his skin, but his blood was purple—not human, but corrupted. Every swing with the red key pulled him closer to becoming a monster. His nails hardened into claws, a mask of silver crept over his face. “Julian, stop!” The Ghostwriter’s voice cut through the air from a tiny wall speaker. “If you break the glass with that key, the corruption jumps to Maya! You save her life, but you’ll destroy her soul!”

Every night you sleep beside her is another promise broken. I can't just leave Yes, you can. You just won't. Because leaving means consequences. Means admitting you fell in love with the enemy. Means destroying the comfortable lie you've built. And you. A pause. You'd rather die than face consequences. That's who you've become. I had no response. Because she was right. I was exactly that pathetic. Sweet dreams, Marcus. Tomorrow's going to be interesting. The conversation ended. Morgan came back with tea. "Here. Chamomile. It'll help you sleep."

Each cut sent a fresh wave of agony through me, and I couldn’t stop the sob that tore from my throat. “I can’t—” I choked out, my voice trembling. “This—this might’ve been a mistake—” “Endure,” Marwynn snapped, her voice cutting through my despair. “You are stronger than the poison within you.” Her words were like a lifeline, pulling me back from the edge. I gritted my teeth, clinging to her belief in my strength. Then, something strange began to happen. From the cuts she had made, a thick, black liquid started to ooze out of my skin. It moved slowly at first, then faster, pooling into the water and darkening it until it was an inky black.

She sat up in horror—only to find Marah lounging on the opposite couch, sipping wine like royalty. “You’re awake,” Marah said smoothly. “Would you like something to eat?” She didn’t even rise. Her voice was soft, but to Lily, it sounded like a demon whispering from the underworld. “What did you do to me?” Lily’s voice cracked. Her vision blurred into static. She stood, only to collapse on the plush carpet, tears silently soaking into the fabric. She knew it. She was ruined—completely and utterly destroyed by this venomous woman. Marah finally stood and strolled over in her stilettos. She crouched in front of Lily and unlocked her phone. The photos inside made Lily’s blood run cold.

The corruption snapped back like a whip, sending a violent jolt through the scout’s arm. Lyra flinched. “Rowan wait. It’s pushing against us.” “I know,” Rowan muttered, refusing to pull back. “But if we lose control for even a second it may take him.” The scout gasped through clenched teeth. His hands clawed at the platform until Azeriel stepped in and held them down. Rowan breathed out and tried again. This time she reached past the first layer of corrupted energy and touched the core. Something flickered. Small at first. Almost too faint to name. But Rowan knew that warmth. She knew it in a way that could never fade.

And then, in a whisper I could hear her voice warming me, as an assurance that everything would be all right. “I missed her.” *** *M****a - Shit*