Novel & Cerita Kris Rips Out Soul

His skin split open in thin red lines where the pressure dug in, then tore wider as the vapour-bound appendages wrenched at his body with impossible strength. “ARGHHH! Please—ARGHHH! IT HURTS!” His screams echoed through the bathroom like a trapped animal. The mirror cracked. Then the steam ripped him. Limbs shredded. Flesh flayed from bone. His knees popped as they were twisted beyond their limits. His muscles unspooled like wet rope. Travis’s body fell apart in agonising pieces, every nerve firing with a final burst of unbearable pain. The fog swallowed him whole. And when it cleared—there was nothing left but skinless fragments, blood-slick tile, and silence.

I whispered. “It still is,” he said. “But tonight, they need to believe it’s permanent.” I stepped back. “You’re asking me to bleed for this.” Ruin moved closer, voice low. “I’m asking you to live.” Silence stretched. I nodded once. “Fine,” I said. “But understand this.” He waited. “You may own my name,” I said steadily. “But you don’t own my soul.” Something dark and unreadable crossed his face. “We’ll see,” he murmured.

However, Kris' scream echoed in the cabin as Matthias caught his hand mid-swing, the grip painfully tight. "Ouch! It hurts! Do you have a fucking death wish? Let go of me!" Kris cursed. Even though he knew he was outmatched, Kris was not afraid simply because he was a celebrity with strong support. "Let Kris go! How can you be so rude? Do you want to make this a big deal?" Fanny rushed over, trying to rescue Kris. Matthias said nothing and just slapped Kris hard across the face. Kris' cheek reddened instantly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He asked, tampering his voice so his excitement and nervousness didn’t show. At this point, Ava and Brooke were sporting slight frowns, it was too confusing to figure out without their vision. “As ready as we’ll ever be.” They shrugged. Slowly, Kris went down on one knee, the smile he had been struggling with breaking out in stark relief on his refined, handsome features. “Alright then, you can take off your blindfolds.” He allowed them, waiting patiently, his eyes fixed on Ava. The cameraman, who was the other person in the yard with them, was prepared to catch their reactions.

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all...... 

Somebody must have slandered me, but who and why? ‘’Let me move.’’ I kept my composure and tried to pry them apart, but they were pushing me rudely. Slowly, I felt burning anger which made me want to hit one of them, but I knew I shouldn’t. A lawsuit was the last thing I needed right now. When I felt desperation beyond belief, the security from Kang Enterprises came to the rescue. They made the paparazzi go away and helped me to get in a car parked nearby. My hair was a mess, thanks to them. With a trembling hand, I removed the locks, obstructing my vision. God, I wanted to cry so bad right now. Why was this happening? Was this Bianca again? This wasn't exactly her style but wasn't entirely

Somehow, that was my fault, too? While he was pulling me, my already weak body lost balance. I hit the cold, hard tile floor with a loud thud, my casted arm slamming right into it. "Ah!" The pain was so sharp it ripped the breath right out of me, and my tears spilled before I could stop them. I curled up on the floor, unable to move for what felt like forever. "What game are you playing now?" Bailey's eyes flickered when he saw me crying—half-worried, half-annoyed.

"Sorry, Mr. Sinclair said he doesn't want to see you. What are you all waiting for? Go give our superstar the attention he deserves!" The men grinned at me with leering eyes. This time, I had no strength left to resist. … From start to finish, Irwin never stopped laughing. He used his phone to record every humiliation I suffered. He said Hadrian wanted to watch it and reminded me that I should perform well. In the end, my body couldn't take it anymore, and I passed out. When I woke again, night had fallen. The room was empty. I was filthy, and my body ached as if I'd been run over by a truck.

The treacherous tears I'd been suppressing flowed out, blurring my vision. I absolutely couldn't afford to lose this job now–not with Valerie's health condition and other bills that were constantly mounting higher each month. My mobile phone buzzed in my pocket, interrupting my thoughts. "Miss Danica McKellar, we need you back at the hospital immediately. Something went wrong.” My blood turned cold.

"I knew you'd be fine!" I fixed a cold, steely gaze on him. "Are you disappointed that I'm not dead yet?" Miles let out a mocking chuckle, and the fake smile on his face twisted into something darker. "What exactly are you up to, Cassidy? Back then, we just thought that you—" "Yeah! You just thought that I was dead! Dare you tell everyone how I went through the surgery and nearly died?" I raised the microphone to my mouth and began recounting my encounters, from how I had my research findings stolen and the reason for my amnesia to how I had been forced to become a test subject for the artificial kidneys after they found me.