Cruel Doubt Book の小説・ストーリー

Daniel I rise abruptly, my hands trembling as I try to regain control. The atmosphere in Aurélie’s apartment is heavy, almost unreal. She has placed her words like stones in a calm stream, disrupting everything I thought I knew. Doubt grows within me, instilling an uncertainty I haven’t felt in a long time. But deep down, I know that it’s not just the truth I’m trying to uncover. No, I’m also on a far more personal, more intimate quest.

Liam had snatched whatever I had. I didn't know when my tears started to fall. All I did in my life was cry. Pregnancy should be a nice period in a woman's life. But it seems like I am not included in that category. I have been crying throughout my pregnancy and I am tired of it. I wanted it to end so that I could enjoy this period with a smile. I want to be loved. But it looks like I am asking for something which is not in my destiny. In Cruel Destiny.

"Why are you treating me this way? I don't have the right to suck you anymore." "How many times am I supposed to remind you that we are not an item? You bore me to death." I state as bluntly as I can; maybe she will get the message this hundredth time. "Really?" Dark looks at Ruthless. "Beg your brother for me." Ruthless looks at me, then back at Madison. "You and I know that Cruel never lets a woman suck him more than once, so you should count yourself lucky for having that much opportunities."

I see the front door come into view, when a large man steps out from around the corner, walking towards me. I feel the power from a half a block away from him. Whatever he is, he is strong and important. I ignore the sense of forboding and keep my eyes down on the ground. He walks up to me and I go to amble around him when he sticks a large hand out and curls it around my bicep, squeezing painfully. I cry out as the pain sizzles through my arm. He pulls me into his chest possessively and drops his face into my neck, breathing in deeply. My mouth drops in shock and my eyes peer up into his. They are glowing a bright gold and a cruel smirk slips across his face before he utters the one word I

Struggling. Then baby Hope reached out. Her tiny hand touched Doubt’s form. Innocent. Trusting. Completely unafraid of the darkness. Doubt froze. The baby’s touch was warm. Real. Alive. Everything was not. “She trusts me,” Doubt said. Its voice was different. Softer. Uncertain. “She touches me without fear. She reaches for me without hesitation. She exists alongside me without judgment. Why? Why does she not fear me? Why does she not understand I want to erase her? Why does she not know I believe she should not exist?”

“You’re trying to fracture what little’s left.” He chuckled, coughing again. “I don’t need to try. You already feel it, don’t you? The doubt. The cracks in your brother. In your woman. In yourself.” Blade snapped, eyes flashing. “Cruz, I swear, if you don’t let me put him down, I’ll—”

That’s when the thought came. I didn’t invite it. It just slipped in. What if there’s another woman? I laughed under my breath, sharp and humorless. That was stupid. Kross wasn’t like that. He wasn’t sneaky. He wasn’t careless. He wasn’t the type to lie about where he was going. But doubt is a quiet thing. It doesn’t scream. It whispers. What if he went back to a life you don’t know? What if there’s someone he doesn’t want you to meet? What if you were just something temporary?

“Dead men always say useful things when there’s no one left to prove them.” A few of the older wolves held still then, not wholly with him, not yet. I saw it in Morrow first, then Izaak, then one of Garrick’s long-loyal boys by the office door whose name I had known since childhood. Doubt. Not trust in me exactly, but doubt in the ease of the story Finn wanted handed to them. If I could have got one more minute, perhaps even thirty seconds, I might have widened that doubt into something workable. But Finn saw it too.

Zariah The doubt was in me now, and it would not leave, and it poisoned everything it touched. That was the worst of it, not that I believed Tasha, because I didn't, not clean, not all the way through. I'd caught the tell. I'd watched my mother's eyes flick down and left at the one question that mattered, and I knew, with the professional certainty I'd built my whole self on, that I'd been read a script. Belief wasn't the poison. The poison was doubt, and doubt didn't need belief to do its work. Doubt only needed a crack.

-safe, familiar, and, in our new, poisoned context, potentially dull. Every time Leo's gaze went distant over his morning coffee, I wondered if he was hearing a different score in his head. Every time I flinched, just for a millisecond, at his unexpected touch, he likely saw not my nerve damage, but a regret for my own daring. The seed of doubt had not just grown; it had mutated into a full-grown, invasive weed, its roots sinking deep, choking the fragile green shoots of anything new we tried to plant.