Doing Harm Novel Novels & Stories

I gritted my teeth, feeling the destructive rage take over me. I wanted to destroy Damian. I wanted to see the brothers suffer. Whatever I did didn't feel enough. There needed to be more damage. Irreversible damage. AUTHOR’S REVIEW: Comment your thoughts on the story so far. If you like my book then please recommend it to. Your friends. Follow me and add this book to your library to stay updated. Love ya!

A blast of cold air rushed up from below, smelling like wet stone, old blood, and something rotten beneath snow. The journal slid across the floor toward the opening. “No!” I lunged for it. Damien caught me tighter. “Leave it.” “No.” “That thing wants you closer.” “The book has been more honest than half the people in this town.” “It is not a person.” “Neither are half the people in this town.” The journal teetered on the edge. Pages fluttering. Glowing. Waiting. Then one page ripped free and flew upward on a burst of silver wind.

Chapter 9: Lessons in Control DAMIEN’S POV The morning light spilled across my desk in gold fragments, but all I could think about was the girl upstairs. The image of her skin blistered by boiling water still haunted me—not because I couldn’t stomach pain, but because it wasn’t supposed to be hers. I’d seen warriors bleed out in my hands without flinching, yet one broken look from Anya Voss had managed to claw its way under my skin and settle there like a curse.

She suddenly pulled a fruit knife from her bag and rushed toward me, screaming, "It's you! You're the reason Mom and I were driven out of the Sterling family!" "Even if I die, I won't let you go!" I froze in fear. At the last second, a figure stepped in front of me. It was Vivian. She gripped Nina's hand tightly, blood spilling from her mouth as she struggled to speak. "No… I can't… I can't let my daughter… become a murderer…" The knife had struck her. Soon, she went still. Nina collapsed completely. She let go, her eyes empty. Then she turned, climbed over the balcony, and jumped.

He thought that this would finally make me forgive him. However, I just found it disgusting. The harm had already been done. His wealth would only keep reminding me of all the pain that I had suffered under his hand. After the successful transfer of assets, I donated everything Nicholas gave me to charity. I'd just think of it as him using his wealth to absolve himself of all the sins he had committed. I would spend the rest of my days with Dad by my side, guarding the crabapple tree with my life until time eventually healed the wounds of my soul.

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

We're at the end!!! Woohoo! Where do I begin? So far, Hatred turns out to be the most challenging book I've written. Not just with the trope and the content, but both emotionally and physically. There were a lot of challenges along the way, but I made it. WE made it, and I know you're probably tired of hearing me say this now, but I truly wouldn't be here without your support. Hatred isn't just a step out of the comfort zone for me, it's a book that I found myself so attached to along the way and one I learn a lot from, so thank you all, for letting me write Eva and Emerson's story, for believing in me and for staying with me until the very end.

He realized how dangerous this situation was, looking at Harriet’s helpless self and Heath’s struggle to not only protect everyone but also to tame a berserk beast. “Is Mum going to kill him...?” Niamh whispered. “He’s scary...” “Mum must kill him if he claims a victim. He must be stopped,” Damian said. He was upset that he couldn’t do anything, even stopping Elle from jumping toward the danger. At the same time, Zaha opened his acupuncture needles bag. He spread them open on the bed and stared at Liam. “A trigger, huh?” he muttered. “I will give you a fucking trigger.”

Do not look for redeeming qualities of any kind from Connor, he would burn the world for her. I'm sorry if it makes you feel bad but that's the plot and please please do not read if you cannot handle extreme sexual content or violence. XOXO

I honestly don't know what I keep expecting from him but if this is what marriage is well I have to take what I'm offered besides I was just collateral damage. ‎