Novel & Cerita Cruel Doubt Book

The burning sensation in my throat woke me up in the middle of darkness. I pulled the blanket covering my body and got out of bed. Even though there was almost no light illuminating this place, I could still see clearly. Nick was not beside me. A slight panic interrupted this burning sensation. I swallowed my saliva and walked towards the door; maybe Nick was in the living room. Would I drink his blood again? My memory of his blood filling my throat a few hours ago intensified this burning sensation, but a moment later, a feeling of disgust followed that memory.

I hope you enjoy and continue reading my first ever written story. This story is a fiction mixed with mystery and thriller. You will also find romance and action here. Author's Whisper: If you have any guess or idea about the culprit's identity, drop it in the comment section below and I'll go investigate him/her right away. CHAR😸😘 Yours truly, Kidmingur Glossary ⚜ Serdents- the inscription and name given to the members of Serobia ⚜ Grevho - elderly people task to maintain balance and order in the organization

Already going through the file again like nothing else in the room mattered. Not intimidated. Not overwhelmed. Just… working. “You believe this easily,” I said. She didn’t look up. “I believe what I see.” “And you saw enough?” She flipped a page. “More than enough.” I watched her for a second. Most people would hesitate. Doubt themselves. Second-guess. She didn’t. “Then don’t be wrong,” I said. That made her pause. Just briefly. Then she looked up at me. “I’m not.” No attitude.

Upon hearing his anguished cries, the mob boss, with a satisfied smirk, remarks, "It's not as difficult as you might think, is it?" He then walks away, leaving the man to his fate. The boss retrieves his concealed gun and mercilessly fires a shot straight through the man's forehead, finally relieving him of his excruciating torment. "In my world, I will remain unbetrayed, I will not extend my forgiveness towards acts of betrayal," He uttered through clenched teeth, directing his gaze towards the man who, nonchalantly observing the scene as though it were a cinematic spectacle while smoking.

She did not understand why the man in front of her always said the same things to her. "Done," said the man as he rose from his position. "Take this, you need it more than I do," said the man as he handed the small bottle that was in his hand to Angel. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding? I have some antiseptic supplies at home." She sighed softly. "Rather than that, thanks for treating me, Kevin." The man sighed softly. "How many times have I told you? My name is Calvine, not Kevin." The man looks to protest.

Caliana's POV Like the morning before, I woke up to the smell of citrus. I get out of bed and do my morning routine, I have nothing much to do so I am just indoors. I'm sitting on the sofa next to the window and reading a favorite book of mine, the stone bull. I smile as I read but my mind trails to the Alpha, why did he buy me if he hates me so much, and isn't it easy to reject me? Does he abhor me so much that he can't do that and chose to punish me?

LENA I had been very good at doubting myself. I had been, over the long and specific accumulation of years in which the doubting had been the specific and practical survival strategy of a woman in an environment that rewarded doubt and penalized certainty, exceptional at it. I sat with the roses and I thought about the doubt.

Doubt, like venom, coursed through her veins, eroding trust and leaving her trembling on the precipice of an uncharted abyss. Determination surged within her, a flickering flame refusing to be extinguished. With the letter clutched tightly in her trembling grasp, Chloe embarked on a perilous journey—a quest for truth that would lead her down treacherous paths, testing her resilience and resolve. The world around her seemed to transform, shifting into a tapestry of mystery and intrigue, where every step carried weight and consequence.

--- --- Because it was true. --- --- But it wasn’t complete. --- --- And incomplete truths— --- They have a way of pulling you back. --- --- Her chest tightened more. --- --- Maybe it could have worked… --- --- Another thought. --- --- This one louder. --- --- More convincing. --- --- Her grip on the phone tightened. --- --- Because now— --- Now it wasn’t just memory. --- --- It was doubt. --- --- And doubt— --- Doubt was familiar. --- --- It used to live inside her.

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.