Cruel And Unusual Novel Novels & Stories

“Mr. Max, you have taken the enemy prisoner and are ready to execute them again?” “Yes, I'm ready, that's part of my life.” Max Anderson is a young werewolf who is most feared, sinister, and famous for always giving no mercy to all of his enemies or the rebels. He executed someone with pleasure and satisfaction. To keep fighting enemies and eliminating them is part of Max's life. He never looked at anyone as his enemy, weak or strong, rich or poor, if that person became his enemy he would immediately eliminate him.

PROPERTY OF THE ALPHA PRINCE BY JINXWRLD CHAPTER 4: MYSTERIES Well, sir. I found out during the search, that it was a mad woman, who was busy laughing to herself, and cackling to herself too. I mean, it was very weird, you have to see this from yourself. Her gaze looked focused, in front, just staring at nothing in particular. She laughed and cackles…really laughed and cackled as if she was watching someone do something stupid. It is not normal. And also, the people, her fellow citizens, are also clearing the space for her to do whatever, she wants, as long as they don’t care whatever another person is going to see.

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

She was so pretty and beautiful in her beautiful Arabian robes. I was more than shocked rather than being amazed. Soon, I started to feel hot. The floor of the elevator was being hot and it was warming the whole elevator. I could smell the pungent smell of the wires being burnt. I whipped with my nose. Shit !!! The elevator was burning down there and it was falling to the basement with the full speed like the hell... No one ... Literally, no one could save me. I had to die !!! Why was it always that I have the fate to die?

she mumbled, intrigued. Nueva flicked to the last page, and a nightmarish creature covered in red fur with large canine fangs stared at her dead-on with its vile green orbs. She instinctively closed the book; her chest rose in short ragged breaths. Nueva quickly tied the string back around the cover and placed the book neatly back in the waiting slot.

Sully was inspired by my scream for aid and as a result of this d doomed victory, it lunged at me excitingly, and I closed my eyes to face my fate. The scythe of death was replaced the next instant by a sad wolf howl. Two wolves were rolling around in the grass tearing at each other as I raised my head and opened my eyes. The larger, silvery-white wolf nipped the back of Sully's neck, stomped on its back with its front limbs, and swiftly crushed Sully underfoot, ending what I had believed was an evenly matched struggle.

After drinking water, Crista returned to her room. She then changed her clothes and lay on the bed. The lights in her room were off, so she could clearly see the vast whiteness of snow outside the window. Her lips curved into a bitter smile as she took out a silver knife. It gleamed in the dark. Without hesitation, she heavily slid the sharp blade on her wrist, making blood gush out in an instant.

I flipped again. Notes. Clean. Too clean. No corrections. No messy handwriting. No uncertainty. That wasn’t how real cases looked. Especially not complicated ones. Doctors questioned things. They crossed things out. They argued with themselves on paper. This? This was polished. Like someone wanted it to look perfect. I glanced at the patient again. Then back to the file. Then the monitor. Back and forth. Something was building in my chest now. Slow. Uncomfortable. Wrong. “How many doctors worked on him?” I asked.

Its been two months, can't get my mind off her. Who is she to make me this uneasy? It's like am losing my wits(senses). Why can't I just forget about her? Since like forever I have always hated the ladies, why is this one so different? Come to think of it, she is so beautiful, her grey eyes captivating, her lips as red as crimson, her eye lashes so long, her posture perfect. Her hair long and dark, gosh! She is my ideal woman. Won't let her slip through my fingers, hell I won't let her out of my sight, even though I know nothing about her, I don't care. Even if she turns out to be married, I will have her husband killed and take her for myself. She better be single, cause no one has made me

', he barked abhorrently. In the hour of the grave unfortune, shadowy barbarity quelled humanity deplorably, subjugating commiseration under his relentless limpid cruelty. He curled his fingers around the leash, ghoulishly eyeing his victim's abortive endeavour to free her wrists from the shackled chain. 'Tsk Tsk baby! You cannot run unlike the night before'.