Gallows Born Book Novels & Stories

Pardo, Alano's spoiled only son, had a straightforward yet ruthless personality. In my last life, under peer pressure, he agreed to race in the mountains and ended up in a car accident that cost him both legs. Confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he grew even more ruthless, earning the nickname "Grim Reaper" within the mafia. Not hearing a response from me, he scoffed and said, "Shado, let's go." In just a few days, school would start again. Before that, Sabele took me on a tour of the estate to familiarize me with every corner of the mansion.

The seductive aura wrapped around me like armor. As the final pieces of Seraphina’s memories settled into place, I felt complete. This was my beginning. The rejected, murdered Elara was dead. Seraphina Voss , reborn avenger , had risen and the Blackthorn empire would never be the same.

I looked around, but nothing seemed different. Then I moved back to the door and peered outside through the crack. The moment I saw it, I nearly screamed. Inside the sow’s body stood a boy with an oversized head, bowing toward me again and again. That crying had been coming from him. I immediately told @HollowBranch what I saw. His reply came back with a huge exclamation mark. "I get it now! Her child was already dead. She’s trying to use your baby to bring hers back. That’s the whole scheme!"

Then, softer: “Be careful. Once the story knows its author again… it may demand to be rewritten.” And from the book’s open wound of pages, the name rose—no longer locked. Not sound. Not image. But essence, coiling around Elthara like a birthmark rediscovered. The twin screamed and collapsed, consumed by a fire without flame. And Elthara whispered the name. The walls of the Vault peeled away, revealing not a world beyond—but a blank page, waiting, trembling, and already bleeding from the edge.

"It's precisely because he owes me nothing that he should go out and seek his own happiness. It would be best if you all leave and never come back." As soon as I finished speaking, I collapsed heavily to the floor, gasping for air. Rhianne resisted, unwilling to leave. But the guards outnumbered them. Despite her protests, the group was escorted out. A week later, the doctor determined that my body was at its limit. Somehow, I felt at peace taking in the information. I had no regrets, no lingering attachments—only the sense that the weather had grown colder today. During these final days, I met my biological parents. They sported full heads of white hair and spent most of our time together a

John Mark gripped the splintered wood of the small box, his knuckles white and trembling. The weight of the Sacrifice Certificate inside felt like a lead slab. Across from him, the ornate iron gates of the Hale estate loomed—a gilded cage he’d occupied for two decades, and one that had finally soured into a tomb.

I slowly started to realize that I hadn’t just inherited Patricia Allen’s body… I’d inherited her life, her responsibilities and her problems. But instead of fear, something else burned inside me, it was joy. Because now that I was alive, I had something I never thought I’d get again…time. Time to make things right. Time to make them pay. Malcom. My so-called family. Every last one of them. One way or another… I’d take back everything they stole from me.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

"How do you feel?" "Much better," I said, pushing myself upright. "What about Julian?" Papa let out a short, humorless laugh. "The armory is gone. Several critical docks have been sealed. Most of his people are either dead or on the run. The entire Athrasian underworld is watching him fall." I felt nothing. It was exactly what he deserved. Papa paused, then said, "There's something else that may surprise you. Milena was a mole, planted beside him by Domenico."

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S