Infected Fanart Regretevator Novels & Stories

"You idiots! Welcome to the world of HIV. You deserve this. Weren't we the most united, caring, and loving class? Since you all adored me so much, you should've been ready to die with me! "What fun would it be if I were the only one infected? I want every single one of you to go down with me. Let's all go to hell together!" Neil's laughter echoed even as they continued to beat him up. The gentle expression he once wore was now replaced with pure malice and insanity. There was no fear in his eyes, for he knew that nothing would change, no matter how badly they beat him up. What had happened couldn't be undone. There was no reversing the fact that everyone was now infected.

My heart skipped as I evaluated him, perplexed and jumpy. He was wearing a shirtless sleeve, revealing his rigid muscles. The sleeve was glued to his skin, revealing his sturdy abs. His long hair tied behind. He was in shorts, a pen stuck to his left ear and a part of his face was covered with paint. My cheeks flushed red, as he looked so enchanting that I couldn't help but stare. He was alluring and sexy as he always was. He has a tattoo on his left arm and I only got to realize that my name was on it. Missdra.

Now, however, he actually smiled at me. "Oh, you. Why didn't you show us the evidence to prove your innocence if you had it?" he asked. "Now that we've gotten to the bottom of this, how about you delete your post on the forum?" I spread my hands. "I'll delete it once the college announces I'm innocent." "Of course, of course." He straightened up and snapped at Summer and Jean, "You two are expelled for using contraband electrical appliances. Come with me to get the procedures done."

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"That would be hard to explain to the press. Billionaire assaults ex-wife. Not great for stock prices." One of the men stepped forward. He was huge—easily six-foot-four, with hands that had broken bones before. "We don't need to hurt you, Miss Vance. Just take the device." I smiled. "You can't take what you can't find." I had already pressed send. Julian's phone buzzed. Then the second man's phone. Then the third. Julian pulled it out. His face drained of color. On his screen was a notification: "FILE RECEIVED: EVIDENCE_PACKAGE_THORNE.zip from unknown server."

When I got home from work, I suddenly received a video push alert on my phone. The title was written in an eye-catching font. [I earn only $3,000 a month, but my boss forced me to participate in a team-building activity that costs an average of $30,000 per person. Will you want this good fortune?] The thumbnail featured Cynthia's face, which was filled with unwillingness. My heart sank sharply as I clicked on the video. The opening was a promotional video of a six-star hotel in the Madiles, but it was edited with a depressing black-and-white filter and accompanied by sad music.

My future lay ahead, and there was no need to fret over him. Ean left a bouquet of flowers on my grave. "I'm so sorry, Madeline. I failed you and our baby. My stupid mistake led to your death. I'll never make it right, not in this life or the next." I rolled my eyes. What a jerk he was! There was no need for me to curse him, though. The internet would handle that. At this moment, he took out his phone, pulling out our wedding photo. I was surprised he still had it.

As the familiar prompt sounded again and again, my heart sank little by little. The music festival was probably at its climax, and deafening cheers could be heard inside the venue. The bass vibrations could be felt even from behind the fence, which made the ground tremble. The atmosphere inside the venue infected the spectators outside who had no tickets. Everyone waved their glow sticks and screamed along. I was the only one standing there, clutching my phone, feeling out of place. Glancing at the 27 missed calls I had made on my phone screen, I suddenly realized that whether or not he came did not seem so important anymore.

I was taking photos of them when this annoying maid showed up again, "what do you think you are doing? There's a lot of work in the house" I hate how she pokes me and keep using excessive makeup as if it will make her young. Her main purpose is to showcase her rotten ass to Stephan and gain his attention. I feel that this woman has no moral values. I ignored her statement and started clicking the photos. I mailed the company my designs and now I have to go and look for the clues of Stephan's father.

Perhaps he'd genuinely loved her. Blood gushed from Mable's lips as she opened her mouth to speak, but she stubbornly continued, "You're such a fool, Lester… I've never loved you in two lifetimes… You're nothing but a pawn in my revenge plan against Erica…" … From that day onward, I never saw either of them again. Two years later, I received a handwritten letter from Lester. "I'm sorry, Erica. If there's another life, I'll love you the way I should have."