Cruel Doubt Book Novels & Stories

Every creak of the floorboards sounded like an electrochemical horn, announcing my traitorous steps. “Okay, Nimue," I muttered to myself, clutching the railing for my dear life. Every muscle in my body felt like it was vibrating at a high frequency. "This is a terrible idea. A TERRIBLE idea!" "Nonsense!" boomed Umbra in my head. "This is a golden opportunity! Embrace the mystery, girl! Who knows maybe this Beta will turn out to be your own Mr. Darcy?” Luna, ever the voice of reason whimpered, "But Luna doesn't like him! He gives off serious villain vibes! Run away, Nimue! Run! Girl, turn back!"

I lifted my hand, the gold wedding ring shimmering in the dulled light. She shook her head. The action sent a chill down my back. I knew that killing Vittoria wouldn’t solve my problem. It wouldn’t get Giovanni back, and I doubted it would make me feel better. “You think it ends with Cruz in prison?” Vittoria snarled. “Dear, you’re far too naïve.” Her words rattled my brain. The more I thought about them, the heavier my anxiety grew. “What does that mean?” My jaw ached from how tightly I had it clenched.

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.

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.

“Rest your mind too. You know you have not asked me how I know about the fog of doubt.” I furrowed my brow. ‘Was I supposed to?’ “Yes you are supposed to. You are very inquisitive my Luna. You would definitely have wanted to ask me if you were in your right mind. But you are not. That’s what fog of doubt makes sure it. It goes into your head and it twists the good things you do and make them look bad. It makes you feel like you are a monster. It freezes you and wrecks your mind. It lies to you so well, turning reality upside down until you begin to believe it. You accept it’s lies and succumb to it. Then It makes you so hopeless that you have no choice but to cling to the only hope left. Whi

The afternoon sun was shining very deep, spilling light through the large windows of the living room. Despite, the soft warm glow shining around the room, Daniela felt cold. She stood by the remnants of the shattered bowl on the floor. Each piece seemed like a sharp reminder of the doubts moving around her chests. Christiana’s word replayed in her mind like a music she couldn't escape. “Alexander belongs to a world you will never understand”, She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as though the sting could drown out the voice in her head. No matter how much She told herself that Christian's visit had been nothing more than an attempt to provoke h

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?

Then she walked slowly to the table. Placed the notebook down. Opened it. Her eyes moved over every line. Then she added one more. He doubts me now. Her fingers paused. Then she wrote again. Good. Her gaze lifted slowly. Calm. Focused. Because now she understood something clearly. Doubt Was not just a weakness. It was an opening. And she intended To use it.

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?