Goodbye Cruel World Book Novels & Stories

He just wanted to fulfill what he promised: For both of us to be free from this bloody world. - And I know that's what you want... - He says frustrated. - Living in another world, being fair... not getting blood on yourself, not living with someone who lives that way. - We look at each other and his eyes are dark. - I'm a mafioso and I would never give up on that... but I know that's not your world. Even though I really wanted it to be.

The stories, however fragmented, painted a portrait of a richer, fuller existence, one vastly different from the harsh reality of our own. The stark contrast between the world depicted in the book and our current surroundings was palpable. The book’s vivid descriptions of lush forests, clear skies, and bustling cities were a world away from the radioactive ruins that surrounded us. It was a reminder of the potential of humanity, a testament to what we had lost, and a beacon of hope for what could still be.

From that day on, my world had warmth in it. He was the first person who made me believe that gentleness could be real. He was the only redemption in my long, lonely adolescence. I snapped back to the present. My cheeks were wet with tears. The light that had once illuminated my entire world was shining on someone else these days. The chime of the doorbell pulled me out of the spell of the past. I went to answer it. Shane rushed in and pulled me into his arms. He smelled of the night air and the salty sea.

"Okay fine but if anything like this should happen again,I won't back off" "Okay Dad. Bye Mom!" "Bye my dear" "Taxi...taxi....please take me to Aryan company" "Okay madam" "How much is my money?" "#500 madam" "Okay take this #1000,you can keep the change" "Ha! Thank you madam,you're so nice" "Bye old Man" "Is that a nickname for me?" "Oh yeah" "Bye sir" "Bye my dear" Mom has always taught me to be nice with people,she said to always kill people with kindness, and that's what I'm going to do with Aryan, if he's rude and arrogant I'll surely kill him with all my kindness

His world collapse and his vision become one of a fragment! A voice rung his ears in a hurry, “Hunter, hunter!” “Grandma...” he barely said as his vission shrank and deeply immerse to the darkness. The voice can only cry out and is vanish without traces. It can only muttered the regrets, “The cruel world couldn't be halted nor ended... Why did I ever thought it can be?” The matter with the cruelty of this world is something undefined. There's no actual definition, and whether it is form of a violence no one dare to ever certain.

His cloudy eyes looked at me, filled with something that felt like regret… or maybe longing. In the end, he did not come over. He only asked a little girl nearby to bring each of us a rose. They were wilted, probably picked out of a trash bin. The girl passed them to us and said, "That man over there asked me to tell you… he's sorry. He's going to die." Thora looked at the rose in her hand and asked me, "Mom… is that Dad? Is he going to die?" The little girl who delivered the message looked confused. "What does 'die' mean?"

Not only did The World's Will take control of the characters, but it had also twisted the readers' voices. The last hints of resentment in my heart dissipated as I read the apologies and blessings scrolling past on the screen. "It's alright. Everything's in the past now," I said with a smile. In the next second, the comments began to fade, reminiscent of fog being blown away by the wind. "We're leaving now. Since The World's Will has disappeared, it's time for us to go too." "Elizabeth, Ashton, Sunny, and everyone in this world, all of you have to live happily!"

Keira POV The ship gave this journey a salute by blowing its whistle which stood in for my farewell to the Bloodrose Pack. It was arguably the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. Goodbye Louis, goodbye Lynede, goodbye the house where I grew up, and the lovely little lake and forest. If all else perished, and he remained, I should continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.

And the last words from the child echo: “The girl who disappeared… is the world’s end.”

because Humans are worse than them. Humans who are ruling our world are worse than these creatures of God. Animals are much, far better than Humans because these humans broke me, snatched my everything, and threw me behind bars. I was a fighter. I was a survivor. But in this cruel world, these humans made me rotten. Now, I'm Cruel. I'm cold-hearted. I'm a Killer because I killed Myself. I killed my baby. I killed my own happiness. I ruined my own heart.