Heavy Drama Novels & Stories

Her hands shaking, she tried to tuck my death certificate back into her bag. In a flash, Samuel reached out and ripped the paper in half with a sharp tear. He shredded the half he held into a flurry of pieces. "What's this garbage?" he snapped, his brow furrowed in annoyance. "What's the big deal?" My mother was shaking like a leaf, her eyes red and furious as she screamed at Samuel, "That was Yocelyn's death certificate!" A scrap of paper landed in Samuel's hand. He glanced down to see 'Death Certificate' written in bold, black letters, along with my name.

My dignity was already trampled, and I am just a sex slave of a murderer. While Terrence is already successful in life and recognized by many, I am just a piece of trash compared to him. My heart almost broke with those thoughts. My world seemed to crumble when I was hit with the truth that I was no longer the old Farah Jimenez who was whole and innocent in the world around me. I am a slut. A whore of Lance Dominguez! After the conversation and some laughter, I said goodbye to Leah because the person who was going to pick me up was coming. It was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to her and she was even about to go to work.

A place that holds the kind of lighting that emits a Dark Academia vibe. As expected, each and every lady is sported in expensive dresses, decorated with gold and silver, faces covered by well applied makeup and foundations that didn't fail to make them look and feel good. And as for the gentlemen, suits of various colors are proudly represented by their figures. All with expensive watches that supplied the requirement for a stylish men's attires. As Sebastian and I climb out of the vehicle, and as crowds of suits and dresses trace the stairs that lead them to the entrance, hesitation stops me for a brief moment. I don't know what it actually is that's keeping me from taking one more step.

Yada woke up with the worst headache she had ever known. She could tell she was face down, and from the smells flooding her senses, she was in some heap of trash. Lifting her body in weak arms, she could vaguely see through the darkness, although she could hear men fighting. The noise became louder and louder.

I had lost a lot of blood. My head started swimming around and I felt light-headed but I willed myself to stay conscious. "Deliciae, please speak clearly. That can't be right. You never mentioned anything about a baby to me." He was terrified and hurt. It was easy to tell. I wanted to comfort him but I couldn't. I looked behind him and saw his mother staring at me and I thought I saw a small smirk on her face but I couldn't be sure. It could have been a trick of the light or something.

"Look at her struggling to live but she doesn't deserve that, right?" "Look at her blood, son". "Come here and kill her for betraying you, son" "Don't even let anyone betray you. The biggest sin in the world is betraying others, so they need to have a painful death". "You are gonna be like me one day, son". "Stop! Stop it! Get out of my head! I don't want to hear you!" "I will never be like you! Get out!". I shouted in pain and anger, continuing the drive. I don't know where I am and what is happening around me, but I know one thing. I will never be like him.

Every word hit everyone like a hammer. "The Falkner family? You mean that Falkner family?" "Who else could pull out 1.5 billion dollars? Mr. Falkner isn't like Thea's fiance. He's a true big shot!" "Thea, you'd better give up. The Falkners don't just have money. They hold grudges. If you cross them, life will get rough." Thea's ears buzzed as she stared at Leonard. He just smiled like it didn't concern him while watching with genuine amusement as Clara's tears dissolved into a smile.

He was crying heavily in his chest, leaving everyone in shock. ********** Tabby.

My head turned with difficulty while my vision blurred and I locked eyes with her—the janitor’s daughter. Her trembling hands gripped the smoking gun while her face contorted into a mask of grief and rage. She whispered "You killed my father" yet the ringing in my ears made her words almost inaudible. The security personnel forcefully brought her to the ground while extracting the firearm from her grip. My body experienced an overwhelming heaviness combined with an unnatural numbness. A remote dull throb of pain now existed overshadowed by encroaching darkness at my vision's edges. Before collapsing I sensed strong arms catching me while Alexander’s voice sounded sharp and commanding yet dis

I said. “How do we know that you’re going to deal with it?” He asked. “Because so far, all the viewers on TV have seen are us fighting the vampires. Saving humans. While you’ve been blowing them up. I think it’s pretty safe to say that humans can rely on us a hell of a lot more than they can rely on you.” I said. “Well, I’ll leave you to it then.” He said. “And make sure you take all of your little soldiers that are staked out in our woods as well.” I said.