Novel & Cerita Fnaf The One You Shouldn't Have Killed

he said shamelessly. I went ahead and punched him over his face. “It would be me who would kill you” I said and put the triggered gun over his head and I shot him six times until I felt every piece of his body shattered. I bent down crying over my knees, Easton was looking at his body expressionlessly. We realized that his son is still out there, we made it international news that the daughter of the Fanaggaen family is dead. Since then Easton has been so much cold and he does not believe in love.

I don’t want Eli dealing with that drama too. ‘Did you ever hear from Nolan again?’ Faye shuddered. Just hearing his name was enough to make her relive the trauma of their marriage. Thank God, she was free of him, and Anna. ‘He’s probably drunk, drugged out or whored out in a brothel somewhere. I’m telling you Syb, Nolan Wilding, is the last person, I ever want to see again.’ ............... ‘We will kill her,’ Anna announced coldly, absent-mindedly taking a sip of brandy. ‘The world will be a better place, without her in it. I’ve always imagined killing the trash, but she never quite gave me enough reason to do so. Now she has.’

’ Kanav said with a crooked smile playing on his lips. ‘Yes, I know what I’ll do to you. I’ll bring you to such a miserable state that you will beg me to kill you. You will realize that dying is worth than staying alive.’ Kanav started to walk away from Aditi towards the door but then changed his mind and came back.

Jenna stammered, “T-that’s a good thing, right?” “She’s dead.” Shawn’s gaze turned dangerous in an instant. His grip tightened around her neck. “Jenna, Samantha is dead! My child is gone! I’ve lost everything! It’s all because of you! If it wasn’t for your idea, telling me to fake my death to teach her a lesson, she wouldn’t have ended up killing herself!” “Shawn, calm down. This must be Samantha’s prank! Don’t let her trick you.” Shawn seemed to have completely lost control. His mind was deaf to Jenna’s frantic pleas.

Why should I take the fall for that? This was all her own doing. Soon enough, Cindy's family became notorious in their neighborhood. According to the neighbors, Shaun could be heard yelling angrily every night. When the time felt right, I released all the evidence I had gathered online with the caption, "Life advice: stay away from toxic friends, and your life will be so much easier!" The comments flooded in almost instantly. "Rainey, is this Cindy? Oh my God! She told me you were dating multiple guys at the same time!"

Leaping from my soft king-sized bed, I flung open the curtains to reveal the familiar city outside, buzzing with traffic and life. There was no Frederick, Samuel, or Theodore. No more twisted faces or suffocating pain. Just me and my money. Belated affection was cheaper than dirt. Only money and freedom gripped in my hands were real and dependable. Flopping back onto my bed, I sank into the immense security provided by my fortune and drifted into a deep, sweet sleep. As for those three lunatics... Let them drown in endless regret and misery for the remainder of their pathetic lives. That was the most fitting and deserved ending for them all.

Right then I made one decision a goal to conquer. JENNA MUST DIE.

I'll never let them bully you again. "If you don't want to live on campus, we'll buy a place nearby. The three of us can be happy again, just like before..." I shook my head and shattered the fantasy. "Mom, you forgot again. I'm already dead. Dad's leaving too." She seemed to short-circuit. She collapsed to the ground. After a few blank seconds, she covered her ears. "No... That's not true!" Pain twisted across her aged face. "Kaia, I can't live without you. I'll do anything you ask. Please... don't leave me."

Two hours earlier, I signed a waiver at a private research clinic outside Newark. The coordinator tapped the tablet in front of me. “After you take the dose, we’ll monitor you for five hours. If your vitals are stable when you leave, any delayed reaction afterward is not our liability.” She had said it twice already. The meaning was clear: if I died after walking out, it had nothing to do with them. I signed anyway. Adrian and I had only eighteen thousand dollars left to repay. After five years of collectors, overdue notices, double shifts, and counting every grocery receipt, the end was finally close. I thought one more risk could buy us a new beginning.