Cruel Doubt Book Novels & Stories

Hello again lovely readers, Welcome to A Cruel Fate: Her Gamma's Regret! If you are joining again for this third and final book in this trilogy, welcome back! For those of you who read the first two books, Dillon and Zoe's story was happening concurrently in the timeline with the other two so we are going back in time a bit, but rest assured, this book will take us beyond book two, to the end of the line for the wolves or Dark Fae. Only time will tell who prevails.

Tell me. She looks at me nervously, but I try to find the words. For the first time I feel terrible about this. — Do you really think I can't trust you? I can, but I don't want to. — She looks at me angrier. I still stare at her. — Not because I'm selfish, even though that's one of my flaws, but because you did something terrible to me. Something I've never felt with anyone in my life. —Are you going to tell me how shit you feel or are you going to shut up and leave me with doubts? — She says angrily. —That's what he always does.

I fought back the queasy feeling rising in my throat and faced the camera head-on. "You're throwing accusations around without a shred of proof, just taking one person's word over mine. That's defamation!" The crowd gasped and buzzed with whispers. However, Sarah Lewis, the student in question, let out a shriek like a startled cat. "Who says I have no proof?! Avery Jones, you're nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing, too cowardly to own up to your actions!" 'A wolf in sheep's clothing? Me?' I thought. I took a quick look at the poster of myself on the wall.

Again repeating, NOT FOR TOO SOFT/FAINT HEARTED PEOPLE! 1) D A K S H A D V A I T S I N G H

Wade said "How are you still alive?" Rodriguez asked "Why? You had something with trying to get rid of me in prison didn't you old friend?" Wade asked "I.. I.." Rodriguez stammered "You what? Cat got your tongue?" Wade asked "I had to" Rodriguez finally said "Good that just means I won't regret killing you right now. I mean come on, you were sent to kill Abigail and you didn't hesitate? You didn't even batter an eye lid you just killed her off. And all this, so you can live in affluence? What were you thinking Rodriguez after throwing me in prison and bribed prisoners to finish me off since you couldn't face me?"

Her wait was finally over. ............................................................. The book is not rushed. There are many more chapters to come. We've just reached half of the book. I didn't want readers to waste their coins more on transition chapters so I put it all in one chapter. It might have seemed rushed. Moving forward, you can expect some cute moments between Azriel and Sienna. About Cornelia, she is still in the picture. You will find out about her very soon. Hope you liked the chapter. For more, keep voting.

Once again, the divine beast clan ceases contact with the outside world to avoid the threats of the total extinction of the Four Divine Beast Clans. Such fate is cruel. "I guess... life sometimes is cruel," I murmured as I finished reading the book. I felt conflicted and emotional. I grabbed another book and found the title intriguing. "The Eye of the Truth," This is interesting. I began flipping the pages, and the more I read, the deeper my suspicion became. Doubts filled my mind, and something was off about the information written in this book. I suddenly felt dizzy and gripped the book hard. What happened?

The false evidence, the bribed testimonies, the clever lies, it all coiled around her like a serpent ready to strike again and again until she could no longer breathe. She pressed her face into her pillow, muffling a sob, letting the tears fall freely now, unchecked and unashamed. The pillow smelled faintly of him, his cologne, his warmth. It made the ache sharper. How cruel it was to crave comfort from the very man whose doubt had broken her. How am I supposed to fight when even he… even he doubts me? The thought hollowed her. If Damian, the man who swore he loved her, could believe the venom of her enemies, then who else would ever see the truth?

The perfect manipulation. “I could be wrong.” But by then the damage was already done. Questions had been planted. Doubt had taken root. And doubt was far more dangerous than certainty. Because certainty ends. Doubt grows. That night, long after Noah fell asleep, I sat alone in my bedroom staring at an old photograph. Damian and I. Smiling. Happy. In love. The kind of love that felt unbreakable. I traced his face with trembling fingers. Trying to remember certainty.

"This is just.. a man who likes me. Who is going to be there on a Wednesday for no reason." I hear it out loud and it sounds absurd. "I know how ridiculous that sounds," I say. "I survived being collateral. I survived a mirrored room and a leather chair. And the thing that frightens me is bread and coffee and somebody being reliably kind to me for the next forty years." Dr. Vivian is quiet for a moment. Then she says: "Can I offer you a distinction?" "Please." "What you have described is not doubt about deserving." She leans forward slightly. "Doubt about deserving looks backward. It says: I have done things, or things have been done to me, and therefore I have not earned this. It's an argum