Heavy Drama Novels & Stories

The crowd stood up and cheered at him. ...... Mira was crying, her eyes closed. She cannot bear to see the carnage below. Every shout and cheer from the audience were like knives in her head. She knows that behind those cheers were lives ended and cut. She could hear the sound of flesh and bones ripping like a whisper. The sound of blood, the hopeless cry of the dying, and the sound of last breaths was agony to Mira's ears. She couldn't cover her ears to not hear it all and now the sound of death will forever hunt her, unable to unhear and erase from her head.

By the end of the day I would feel dizzy or black spots would start to appear in my vision. I just wanted the pain and fatigue to go away, even if it would cost my life. I just couldn't go on like this. For now he's away again to who knows where. But I'm torn between feeling immensely joyful and beyond terrified. Because every time he goes away and comes back he gets more and more intense. Rough. Demanding. I dreaded the things he was going to do when he got back. "Look she's dozing off again. We gotta do something!"

Thomas "None of us have slept in days, Dude. Don't you think we should get some sleep before we head out?" Derek eyed me warily, the dark circles under his eyes mirroring mine. "I want to get Casey back just as bad as you do—" "Do you?" I yelled as I sifted through our haul, searching for the military container full of tear gas, explosives, and gas masks. "Because if you did, then you wouldn't be asking such a stupid question."

Sam Elliott delivered grimly. Lara was barely thinking straight. But one awareness dominated the chaos of emotions tearing her apart. Tonight, she might’ve lost her father. And even if it hadn’t been a suicide attempt, in his current condition, who was to say he mightn’t make such an attempt this week or next week or the week after? If he wasn’t coping now, how could she expect him to cope when the police were involved and the news of his disgrace leaked out? How could he handle all the horrors still to come? Lara cleared her throat.

“Thank you for everything, Doctor.“ “Please be well. Promise me you won't do anything stupid.“ “I'm not suicidal. “ Arthur gave a sad smile, but it was enough assurance for Dr. Smith. “I'm just gonna live the rest of my life, wallowing in the ocean of my thousand questions. Questions Stacie alone can answer. If my questions remain unanswered, then I'll never be alright. Not in this lifetime.“ “Someday, you'll find your inner peace. I'll keep praying that day comes sooner, Son.“ Arthur's last words, however, crushed whatever optimism Dr. Smith tried to employ. “The wounds Stacie inflicted on me runs deeper into my soul. It's chaotic down there. There's no room for peace. It is the Apocalypse

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

'Just as you're fake'. 'What did you say?'. 'How dare you talk to my daughter like that?'. 'Daughter? You think you raised a daughter? No, you raised a dog'. 'How dare you say that about to me'. Sadie stood up and stalked to me. 'What?. Can't you bear to hear the truth?'. 'My. Daughter. Is. Not. A. Dog'. 'Hmm, maybe you're right. After all it's normal to fuck the men involved in the production of films to get a part'.

I start to laugh out loud and it echoes in the room as I approach him, I take out my gun and point it at the head “listen to me very well you filthy rat, neither you nor any of the other sons of bitches put me where I am, I am the head of Darkness because I am the same darkness, I am the fucking god of death and nobody can tell me what to do, its you you they would have said no when it was put to a vote, I would have put a bullet in each one's head, I thought you had been smart enough to realize that all those rats around you were just looking out for their lives, that vote, it was a simple protocol... so if I were you I would immediately put down that glass and go away, only if you want to

This is personal. "Think you can just do whatever you want to whoever you want, just because your pissed, you piece of shit?" The main guy howls. With that, he lifts his fist and slams it into Jared's face. I scream watching blood spat all over our walls. What the hell is going on? If they wanted money or jewels, surely they would have just asked where they were with a gun to our heads, while they wore ski masks. Okay, maybe I do watch too many action movies. When my screams reach their ears, the main guy turns to me and stalks over to where I'm still sitting on the sofa. He sees a lamp on the end table and turns it on. With the bright light illuminating the room I can see their faces better