I Woke Up And Chose Violence Novels & Stories

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

Nino answers the phone with a big question mark because it is quite weird to receive a call from his neighbor Lana at the moment even though they have known each other for 2 years already. She is a young woman who was wasted by a womanizer when she was new to her first job. The leader’s gentle and sweet mask let the naive girl get lost in her blinded love, and when she gave herself to him, her dream broke. She was hit by the cruelty and what was more suffocating was her pregnancy. However, she was a strong and kind woman who decided to raise the baby on her own because she could never think of abortion. As years went by, she is now living in the apartment next to Nino with her 5-year-old lit

The copper taste of betrayal on my tongue as the sky over Boston turned to ink. "She’s awake! Doctor, she’s opening her eyes!" The voice hit me like a physical blow. It was Lurii. But her voice was wrong, it was higher, thinner, vibrating with a youthful, frantic energy untouched by the years of bourbon and bitterness I’d heard on that rooftop. I blinked, my vision swimming through a haze of tears and the stinging glare of the overhead lights. As the shapes solidified, I saw them. Standing on either side of my bed were the two architects of my ruin. Marcus and Lurii.

I stared at him, ice-cold. "Are you seriously delusional? You made your choice. You chose Rainee. This is where your choices got you. If you're miserable and humiliated, good." I stepped closer and looked down at him. "When you shoved me off that cliff last time, did you ever think about how much I suffered?" At the word "cliff," Tristan went ghost-white. He finally got it. I remembered everything. And I'd been out for revenge from day one. "If I can't have a good life, neither can you! We'll die together!"

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.

Each person was like a powder keg. This clash was the spark that ignited them all. At first, they were fighting for the gun. But before long, bloodlust took over. No more rules. No more reason. See someone—kill them. The violence spread even further, and even Ray could no longer stay out of it. Someone grabbed a chair and charged at him, eyes bloodshot, face twisted with the thought, 'If it's the end of the world, then let everything be destroyed.' Ray kicked him away with a single blow.

The magic around me responds instantly, rushing in like it’s been waiting for permission. “Ivy,” Karl says urgently, gripping my arm. “Control. Remember?” “I remember!” I shout back. “It’s just very loud right now!” A resurrected soldier lunges at us, eyes empty, sword raised. I don’t think, I move. I fling my hand out, palm open. Blood burns. The air ripples. The soldier freezes mid-step, then collapses into dust, armor clattering empty onto the stone. I stare at my hand. “…That’s new.”

I knew deep down that succumbing to violence would only perpetuate a cycle of hurt and destruction. Exerting tremendous effort, I fought against the primal urge, feeling my hands tremble with the internal struggle. I understood that giving in to the temptation of violence would only exacerbate our already fractured relationship. With every ounce of self-control, I suppressed the mounting anger, determined to find a resolution that did not involve further harm.

He was lucky that I didn't kill him that night when he wanted to force himself on Serena. I hate his guts but now I realise that I hate his folly even more. But I am sure that someone must be lying to him that they got his back but I want him to realise that the one doing that isn't man enough and that's why they can't face me. I choose violence because the violent can only be faced with violence. May the best alpha win.

Ruining Luciano’s party in the process. My doll’s fierce gaze reappeared in my mind, her voice drifting back to me. She had wanted to know if I would kill everyone who touched her, and truly, I would. The fastest and most effective way to get things done, in my world, was violence. Even the kingdom of God suffers violence, and only the violent take it. With a compelling force. I had just come into my bedroom and was cooling off with a glass of whiskey, after an intense punishment session with her.