Do Harm Book Novels & Stories

“Fine. I’ll apologize. The next time I see him, I’ll say sorry. Okay? Happy now?” “Not happy,” I corrected. Why should I be happy that she was forced to do the right thing? “I meant what I said, if you pull something like this again, Hazel, you’ll regret it. I’m not going to stand by while you tear him or anyone else down.” Hazel blinked again, a faint frown tugging her lips. “You’re acting so serious. You can't even tell that it is a joke.” “Your jokes are not allowed in the book club meeting. In fact, you are not welcomed to the club.”

A staff decided to come down this way, so we distanced ourselves to let him go past to the other side of the hall, but the stare we gave to each other said that neither of us are done with the conversation. “Do you know what you have done?” He asked me and I shrugged. “You knocked up a hunter’s daughter. Do you not care?” “Actually, no I don’t. Why would I?” “It’ll cause problems for the wolves out here as well, not just yourself. You might pick up some enemies if this gets out to people who care about the damn treaty.” “What treaty?” He rolled his eyes and opened the door to the showers for me. I walked in and turned to him.

“Don’t tell me the big, bad Lucian Moretti is scared of a little virgin.” His eyes flashed. Dangerous. Hungry. But beneath it—conflict. I laughed, the sound shaky but defiant. “Relax, I’m not asking for flowers and candles. Just—” My throat closed, but I forced it out. “I don’t want the first time I give myself to someone to be to a man who hated my body. If I’m going to lose it, I want it to be to someone who’ll ruin me properly.” Lucian’s stare burned into me, unreadable.

They are also stronger than the pack members. Hope you understand, and sure I might have missed some, but as the story goes on, you can ask when ever you don't understand. So this is it, now let's get started. Grab you popcorns. You can grab a cup for me too. Send it via Email. BEAUTIFULLY DAMAGED. (Warning this book contains some violence scenes, curse words and possessiveness. Just so you know.) For those of you who read my previous book, The good girl's upgrade and decided to cheek this one out thank you alot.

“I… I don’t understand it myself. But I think that book… it might hold the answers.” Liam shook his head slowly, his expression troubled. “Princess, you are treading a dangerous path. That book… is said to contain knowledge of dark rituals, of ancient evils that can corrupt even the purest of hearts. Stay away from it. For your own sake, for the sake of Equedore, let those shadows remain undisturbed.” His voice was a plea, a desperate warning. “Even the desire to seek such knowledge can be a dangerous invitation.”

Like a caring husband Samule quickly kneeled down with her and wiped tears rolling down her cheeks…. “Are you okay…..?” he questioned gently patting her back however when he saw her shaking in fear “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND, HOW DARE YOU TO PUT YOUR HAND ON MY WIFE….” Samule roared on Ethan who still hold murderous look in his eyes… Samule expected an answer however Ethan simply pulled out what looked like book tucked in back of his trouser and threw it in front of Samule… “What the fuck is this..?” Samuel raised his suspicion glancing at brown leather book with no title except two initial ‘SB’ in top right corner

"Hemmy, you're a doctor. You have got to have the toughest mind out there. Promise me you will stay cool. If you freak out, what is going to happen to Smiley?" Right, what about Smiley? Helma shut her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were filled with a fierce determination. Her voice came out rough. "It was them!" Neil agreed with a nod. "I think so too. However, the fire today... it was too much. Mrs. Laydon—she's gone too..." "They are after the book," Helma's grip tightened. She used to think the Book Of Medical Remedies was a gem, a piece of alternative medicine's heritage.

No flicker, no burn. A few approving murmurs ripple through the benches. Someone coughs, uneasy. Bryndis, next. “Have you brought harm—by word, deed, or influence—to any in this pack?” What a question. My whole existence is a balancing act between harm and help. But here, in this hall, a slip means exile—or worse. My heart pounds. I think of those I’ve healed, those I couldn’t save, the Rupture threading its way through us all. But my harm has never been on purpose. Let them see that.

Inside this book, you’ll find: * Physical abuse and torture (ouch, yeah…it gets brutal 😬) * Sexual assault (a very serious theme) * Psychological manipulation and emotional trauma (gaslighting? yep. heartbreak? double yep.) * Slavery, captivity, and unfair power games (the strong don’t play nice here) * Non-consensual punishments (basically: no safe words in this world 😶) * Themes of dehumanisation and the slow, painful, messy path to healing (but healing is part of it) Now, let me be clear: this story is NOT for everyone. If any of that makes you uncomfortable, please, please put yourself first. Take breaks. Skip scenes. Step away if you need to. You matter more than the plot. Your peace

Feeling my body tremble with both anger and sorrow. "Every one of those poor little guys died.... How could anyone do that? How could anyone treat their own mate like that? What the hell kind of book was that, that there were pictures like that in there? Who would take pictures of them in that condition just to stick them in a damn book?" I asked. "It's an educational book for doctors. They were educational pictures to show doctors what severely neglected omegas in heat looked like." I sat there staring at the book that was laying on the ground for a few moments until we heard a loud thump come from the bedroom where our own sweet little Omega is sleeping.