Novel & Cerita Mad Father Burn Monster

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

my dad grab Janella quickly as they rush to our house, but the monster now is chasing them panicking but dad never let go of Janella’s hand Janella sneak a peek at what they are running from and she saw a man with a bloody slitted mouth, red eyes and running fast towards them her eyes went wide and scream! “WAAA!!!!”- Janella the monster was fast but father, and Janella is near to our doorstep “quick quick!”- Mom as soon as dad and Janella arrives, mother and I shut the door quickly *BAG!!**DAG!!!* DAG!!!**DAG!!!* the monster is attacking our door but the four of us now pushing the door so that it won’t break and after a long minute the monster stop attacking our door we lock completely the

The mother shouted before she held her daughter's body close to her chest. "Really? How do you know that? Has God given you this message personally? I am Madeline. No one can kill me. I would’ve shown you that personally, but sadly, you won’t be able to see it because you won’t live that long. I am not sure whether he will be able to burn me in hell or not, but since you've suggested such interesting torture, I would like to test it on you." Madeline said before she raised her hand in the air and created a fire circle around the mother, making the people who were standing close to her immediately take a few steps back.

She just placed her hands firmly on the steering and showed no emotions towards what had just happened. She took a look at the rear view mirror to check how the man was pulling up, and she saw a similar face, it wasn’t just anybody, it was her father. She screamed immediately and her mother matched the accelerator, and the car sped off, this time the music had stopped, the road was clear; there were no cars except theirs. Arlene couldn’t comprehend what was happening, her mum just ran over her father and she behaved like nothing happened. “Why are you doing this?” Arlene screamed with tears, at her mum. Who focused on the road with her leg steady on the accelerator.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

I want to drink water. Azfarin said in a melancholy voice and raised her face and looked at the boy standing in front of her. Azfarin's face turned yellow, whether he was human or not? Breathing was not taking the name of recovery. The body was completely emaciated. Thorns were biting in the throat. The feeling of intense thirst had increased badly. Due to which it was impossible to take even one step now. "Is it on my soul that they should not reach us and you have to drink water?"

She had an enchanted stake with her but before she could do anything with it— Fire erupted from Annitore's hands. The flames hit Mother in the chest, and she didn't even have time to scream before she was consumed. "ANNITORE, NO!" I lunged forward, trying to put out the fire, but it was too late. My mother burned in seconds, her body reduced to ash before my eyes. When the flames died, Annitore stood there calmly. Like she'd just killed a bug instead of our mother. "Why?" I demanded, my voice breaking. "Why would you do that?"

i miss you beta!’ lady added on in her gentle voice , hearing her mother voice tears started flowing down Erica’s eyes ‘I miss..you.. to Maa, i really miss you?’ Erica said in between her sob’s ‘Then come to me beta, i want to hug you!’ lady says still not facing Erica, however hearing her mother voice Erica quickly run towards her and hugs her from behind ‘Ma...Maa...why you left me Maaa...please Maaaa don’t leave me again , i want you maa, i need you, please..please don’t leave me again’ Erica said hugging that lady crying in crook of her neck from behind ‘I didn’t left you Annu beta’ lady said ‘THEY PUSHED ME AWAY FROM YOU ANNU.....THEY KILLED ME’ lady said in furious voice and turns

“Oh please, you call that a child? Getting rid of it is the best thing that can happen to all of us. From what I’ve heard, not even a combination of work between the vampires and werewolves can get rid of that thing.” He leaned down, sneering. “And I know you think you’re special ever since you found out who your parents are but we all don’t deserve to die because you want to play mommy dearest.” I spat in his face, making him suddenly fall back. “How dare you?” He slapped me hard. “How dare you try that rubbish with me?” “Because she deserved it.” I laughed. “How do I spell it out to you again?” He frown softened and he wiped his frown. “You know what, there’s no point for me to get upset.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t