I'll Give You The Most Rotten One Spoiler Novels & Stories

“Damien, if she’s in trouble because of me…” Before I could answer, the door opened. Naomi walked back in, face pale. “Selene,” she said. “I’m sorry. I had to give Helena a copy years ago. But there’s one more thing. The real killer wasn’t Helena. It was—” A loud crash sounded from the hallway. Gunshots? Security rushed in. “Everyone down!” I yelled, pulling Selene behind me. Adrian smiled coldly. “Too late. The vote just got interesting.”

"Can I get my usual?" "Coming right up." I found my usual table in the corner and collapsed into the chair. My hands were shaking. My eyes were burning with tears I refused to shed. Three weeks. In three weeks, I'd be Mrs. Diego De Luca. I'd be trapped in a house with a man who'd never smiled. A man who'd killed his own uncle. A man who buried people alive. The rumors swirled in my head. Diego De Luca. The Deadliest Man Alive. He doesn't smile. He doesn't joke. He doesn't play games. He kills without remorse. He's a predator in a thousand-dollar suit.

I couldn't show my hand, not yet. “Ahhh!” I screeched, feeling my kneecaps shatter on the hard floor when he suddenly let go, grinning down at me as he had just proven his point. “Weak, just like the rest of them. You’re going to die soon Tophas.” He deadpanned as I opened my mouth to stare up at the tower of his face, spellbound with my heart stuttering weakly in my chest, as though confirming his words. I could feel the rot spreading inside me, inch by painful inch, leaving ice where the blood had been pumping away previously.

Rotten and broken. “ Sick, this is totally sick,” Thalia shook her head as she turned her head and tried to make a distance between her mother’s skeleton and almost gagged. Whoever did this has to be really sick in their head, the skeleton wasn’t peppered with dust, oh no, it was clean like someone took care of it every day and Thalia couldn’t see why any sane person would like to dig a dead body out of the grave and then take care of it like it was their lover who came out of the dead.

She tasted disgusting – like rotting meat. The smell was even worse. The only thing that I could compare it to was that time I found a rotten potato behind the fridge, and it exploded in my hand when I tried to pick it up. It was her corrupted soul, I realised. I could literally taste her diseased psyche in her blood, and I desperately wanted to spit it out, but wolves couldn’t spit – not like a human could. And I was right. Like Magnus, Cher bled black goo. “Don’t eat her heart,” Troy warned.

" I walked to the bone door. I placed my uninfected hand on the fossilized surface. "Architect!" I shouted. "Room service!" THE INTERVIEW The humming stopped. "THE LITTLE STAR," the voice rumbled through the bone. It sounded weak. Scratchy. "YOU SMELL LIKE RUST." "It's called Rot," I said. "And it's eating your city." "IT IS NOT MY CITY," the Architect replied. "IT IS JUST A PILE OF ROCKS I STACKED TO BLOCK THE WIND." "The wind?" I leaned against the door. "You mean the Rot?"

Afterall, it really does smell good. Deciding that I have no choice, I place a firm grasp on the doorknob and pull it quickly open. It is too dark to see it at first, but the minute my eyes adjust, I see it and smell the pungent sickening smell of a rotting corpse. So horrified that I can’t even scream, I collapse on the ground and sit there staring. In front of me is my nephew’s rotting body and a handwritten note on parchment that says, “You can run but you can never hide from me. This is all part of the game.”

] [SYSTEM WARNING: BIOMETRIC COLLAPSE IMMINENT] The lava metallic sweetness of Kael’s blood hit the air as he vomited a fresh wave of rot. He was physically dissolving. He wasn't just silent; he was fading into a ghost of ash. “Let them… go,” Kael wheezed, his voice a ruined vibration that rattled the marrow in my teeth. “The rot… is mine to pay.” “Mommy…” Leo whispered. His tiny fingers were trembling in mine. “The Alpha’s light is gone. He smells like the river.”

They asked, "Caspian, did you not prepare any rotten eggs for us?" Caspian cackled before saying, "How could I forget about my family?" Caspian took out a basket of rotten eggs from under the table. When he opened the lid, a foul odor wafted out. "These are the stinkiest rotten eggs that I could find!" The Sawyer family covered their noses and gave a thumbs up to Caspian. Consumed by rage, they harbored a fervent desire to tear Penelope and Charmaine apart. They eagerly grabbed rotten eggs and joined the egg-throwing army.

"That rich army brat won't spend a penny on us. Infact, he will make us pennyless for kidnapping his family." "Pennyless AND lifeless." Keith added, causing the sarcastic humor to wipe away from their faces. Moving forward, Keith whipped out a syringe from her pocket and injected into Hazel's neck without giving her any chance to react. "So it's decided. We shall return the girl back with an apology note." ***