Impitoyable Novels & Stories

He doesn't like to brag about himself, but each day he will show you something that would make you admire him. "That's unfair," I reacted. "Life is unfair, Zee." His serious tone echoed in my ears. "Yet, we have to keep going," "Woah, where did you get that?" Gab asked. "I just thought it is life's imperfections that keeps us going," Gab and I circled our mouth in awe. "You know what," I pressed my lips. "What?" "That's the nicest thing you've said today." I widened my smile as I stared at him.

6"4 tall homosapien, with a handsome, attractive face, a beautiful pair of eyes which are black like charcoal, well-defined and broad Chiselled Jawline and shoulders, his lips pink, his skin glittering with freshness, his six packs was visible from his T-shirt, his biceps and triceps bulging out beautifully. Chimamanda was feeling hot inside her already, he was a sight to behold, the tingles in her were building up, he was making her speechless all of a sudden, but she wasn't going to give in. "I am a tough girl, no one messes with the Odenigbo's especially Chimamanda" she quickly says to herself.

The room, once filled with laughter and warmth, now feels suffocating and hostile. “Listen closely, you insignificant mongrel. We did not want you here, but the alpha begged us to take you in.” Denise's voice cuts through the silence like a sharp blade. Her words are laced with venom, dripping with disdain. The contemptuous smirk on her face only adds to the cruelty of her words. It is clear that her intention is to inflict pain, to belittle and degrade.

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."

I smile bitterly and whisper. “Yeah, It’s impossible”

voice was such low and deep. This Blue Devil never changed. He still have that peculiar habit to heartlessly play his own prey. He have the most weirdest and unreasonable patience to wait, and torment his target later on. He loves to see them in despair and heard their most ugliest cry. That kind of thing satisfy him fully. “You know what is my answer.” Zitrey staidly uttered.

And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.

I asked as I took another bite of my food. “Would it be wrong to say I pity you?” Sebastian whispered, his blue eyes staring at me with softness and pity, and I stiffened. “Oh, really?” I muttered, letting out a little breath. Pity; I hated that word. It was the right word to use to describe my state, but I hated it still. It made me feel… incapable, which was ironic since it was true. What kind of mother couldn’t provide for her child? That mother was me. No matter how hard I worked, it wasn’t enough. I was pitiable indeed.

The relentless assault of his disdainful remarks fueled the resentment that simmered beneath the surface. Clyde's final jab, aimed like a dagger at my self-worth, resonated with a chilling finality. "I feel pity of Carmine, to be honest," he declared with a haughty air, insinuating a sense of superiority over both of us. His mockery, a display of his contempt, stoked my fury, leaving an acrid taste of loathing in the air.

He gritted out. I snorted, shaking my head. “I don’t pity you. I pity the little boy Spade, who shouldn’t have experienced the pain inflicted on him. He didn’t deserve it. You, on the other hand, are an asshole, a lunatic. You’re the rudest, crankiest, sarcastic, insensitive, and cold-hearted person I’ve ever met. You’re bipolar. And then I just found out you’ve known me for years, and instead of helping me, you blackmailed me into this marriage. You traumatized me. You used me! Do you think I’m impressed that—” I raised my hands, looking around. “— that you have all this? Do you think having money make you a decent human being? Go to hell. Enjoy another nightmare, asshole!”