Heavy Drama Novels & Stories

Leysnrn She looked back. It was dark outside, but she could see two black SUVs following them. So the driver wasn’t working alone. It wasn’t an ordinary robbing. They knew who she was. Kaia wished she was more surprised, but she wasn’t. She was the only daughter of a billionaire. Her father had many enemies. “Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll pay you five times that much,” she said. The driver laughed shortly. “Dead men don’t need money, zhenshcina,” he said.

There were a lot of things that she had every right to be angry about as well. he was angry and it wasn't even his life. He couldn't fathom the secrets of that family must have kept in the dark possibly in that basement that Max was in. One of their children was extremely sick. Though he had absolutely no idea how David could have fallen through the cracks and seemed like he was so normal even though Deanna absolutely was creeped out by him. The way he had focused on his own child what is something that Max couldn't understand at all. There was absolutely nothing that he could relate to when it came to this. Right now all he had to do was go off of what he was top beforehand.

my legs shook it's felt like I should just die right now I hope Damon doesn't know what happened to me cause I just can't comprehend how he's gonna felt about me. Nikita that bitch I trusted her but I don't know she's a fucking betrayer I feel like I was stabbed by someone dear to me. She's a devil I can't believe she can do this to me, If anyone told me she's going to do something this terrible to me am gonna deny it's and fought with the person that's she can't hurt a snail but now I believed you don't have to trust people. The look is sometimes deceptive I think have believed so much in her. I feel so fucked up I don't know who touch me I feel like a fool right now. Someone touched me I f

Isabella POV By the time we returned to New York, Justin and I headed straight to the hospital. Miss Sonia sat by Stephanie’s bedside, her face pale and weary from days of worry. Justin’s stepfather, Mr. Tom, was still on the earliest flight back, having been away on business. The doctors had updated us shortly after we arrived. Stephanie had been driving under the influence and crashed her car. She’d been in a coma for almost a week now. Miss Sonia filled in the gaps, her voice shaky but composed.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

Within ten minutes he started talking. “This is stupid,” he said, eyes on the screen. “No one moves like that after getting shot in the leg.” “It’s a movie.” “It’s an insult to basic anatomy.” He reached for a piece of popcorn and ate it without looking at me. “And that man has the emotional range of a brick. Why is he the lead?” “Because he’s pretty.” “Being pretty doesn’t make the dialogue any less unbearable.”

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains explicit, highly detailed dark romance themes, prolonged physical intimacy, explicit sexual content, and strong language. Aria The silence that settled over the bunker after the storm was heavy, thick with the scent of spent adrenaline, rain, and the unmistakable, metallic tang of our shared passion.

“Morana…” "Yes?" Dr. Sherry could feel Daniel's unusual tone of voice and her mind drifted to the worst that could possibly happen. # # # Morana opened her eyes slowly as the sunlight hit her face and blinded her. It took a while for her to familiarize her eyes with the morning golden light filtering through the large window in the room. Morana didn't recognize this room, but that didn't matter as all her attention was focused on the fact that her body felt heavy and lifeless as if all her bones had been crushed.

Said Eddie Maxwell while holding back all his anger. Even though he was told to stand up, Drake still couldn't stand up because he felt so bad. His body felt very heavy as if a weight of 1 ton had hit his shoulders. With his head kept down, he could only cry because the guilt he felt was getting more and more piercing his chest. Even so, Drake still tried to hold back his tears from flowing profusely and only dripped one raindrop at a time.

There were lava pits, spikes, and spires with bodies strapped onto them being stabbed repeatedly. My mouth hung open at the spectacle. It was even worse than what I imagined Dante's Inferno to be. I must have not made it. I didn't even remember dying. I didn't even remember being in pain. My mouth worked at the word, until it came out in a hoarse whisper. "Hell." Someone released my arms. I couldn't take my eyes from the scene. "Yes," Remi said at my elbow. "Am I dead?" He reached out and turned my face towards him with one hand. He forced me to make eye contact with him. Seeing his face pulled me out of my shock a little. That deep set anger started to flare up.