Novel & Cerita Goodbye Cruel World Book

Aleanas pov Peace what is that? As long as I've been alive I've never known peace. I've always been expected of great things and to keep my head held high and be strong, but between you and me I don't believe any of that. My name is Aleana Rae daughter of Beta Alexander Rae of the Sahara blood moon pack, my mother Christina Rae died when I was 6 years old and ever since then home hasn't felt like home. It's my 18th birthday and I'm dreading it, only because I know in 20 minutes I will be on my way to the hell on earth they call high school. Don't get me wrong I love school just not this one, Wolfsmanner high school was the bane of my existence, no not because of the teachers or the work but

I inhaled the fresh sweet of the garden with my eyes shut and breathed it out. I brought out a novel from my hand bag which I bought from a bookstore last week. The name of the novel was In His World written by an author named Russell. I was really enjoying the book, the book was about a weird prince called Chad and a woman named Amelia, it wasn't just a normal romance novel, it was filled with a lot of thrillers and interesting plot twists. The book was slow burn, In the current chapter I was in Prince Chad and Amelia had just started to get along with each other and this made me happy, but I was also very curious about the ending of the book, whether Prince Chad and Amelia would later fall

Well, that wasn't the reunion I was hoping for. "You just met Jace CruelHart nicknamed Cruel and Dash Rutherford nicknamed Ruthless." Jessica rushes to my side and whisper for me to ignore them. She helps me to my feet and we enter the hall and find a comfortable... manageable spot to stand and listen to the welcome back to school speech.

He was gone! Her bully had finally left her but she wasn't relieved. She felt miserable and lonely. She was sad but she was also mad at him. How could he be so cruel? How could he abandon her with those words? He used her. She scoffed at the notion. Azriel Ledger was an egoistic, self-centered beast but he wasn't a liar. She knew in her heart that he meant it when he told her that she was his wish and when he had protected her with his life. If he thought some bitter words would make her hate him then he was wrong.

He looked up, his eyes almost pleading with the world. “I made mistakes, mistakes so cruel that I may never be forgiven for them. I ignored her cries, I pushed her away when she needed me most, I humiliated her when all she did was love me. I killed her joy with my pride. And for that, Amara, I am deeply sorry.” The hall was silent. Not even a cough echoed. Only his voice, breaking yet firm, carried through. “If I could rewrite our story, I would. If I could trade my life to take back the pain I gave you, I would. But since I can’t, I am asking for one last chance. One.”

This world is so cruel. ***

Upon hearing his anguished cries, the mob boss, with a satisfied smirk, remarks, "It's not as difficult as you might think, is it?" He then walks away, leaving the man to his fate. The boss retrieves his concealed gun and mercilessly fires a shot straight through the man's forehead, finally relieving him of his excruciating torment. "In my world, I will remain unbetrayed, I will not extend my forgiveness towards acts of betrayal," He uttered through clenched teeth, directing his gaze towards the man who, nonchalantly observing the scene as though it were a cinematic spectacle while smoking.

She was spoiling him rotten. Feeling hurt, I once asked her why she behaved this way. Gianna's eyes turned cold and steely at that time. She chided me, saying that she and I both came from nothing, and yet, I was very petty for my age, and that Shane was far more mature and understanding than I was. She told me that she admired Shane's kindness and innocence, and she didn't want him to go through the same hardships that we both went through. I quickly snapped back to the present and stared at the photo album that used to be full of loving memories between Gianna and me, suddenly realizing that none of this mattered anymore. So, I took the photo album and threw it into the trash can.

ANGUISH CHAPTER 46 [ When we thought that the world is cruel, we soon realize that it is much crueller—there are darker corners that devour one until none was left, and then all would be drawn, it’s either blood or tears....] Excruciating agony that travelled across is weird. Unseen, yet painful. The distress it brought were like a disaster that destroy many. A lot of people who had suffered, if not left abandon by the world, take on accounts some things to the extent of losing theirselves to how harsh it can be.

He took the last piece of me. How cruel can the world get?