Martyr Novel Novels & Stories

Was this how little I meant to him? Rage surged through me like a wildfire, turning my eyes bloodshot. Caroline, the culprit behind my death, was sitting right here in my very home while my fiancé erased every piece of evidence that could incriminate her. And me? My corpse was now lying somewhere, cold and blue. The cruelest part was that Jerome didn't even believe I was dead. … After dinner, Jerome stood alone on the balcony with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. His other hand swiped restlessly across his phone screen.

The embers glowed orange. I watched them. I thought about the recording. The way my own voice had filled that room. The way her face had stayed still while mine had cracked. But I still couldn't get the missing document out of my head. The cut-off access. The war had already begun without me. I watched the last ember collapse into ash. A slow smile spread across my face. "Dead women become martyrs." The fire was almost going off. "I want her alive." I crouched in front of the dying flames.

The father lit a cigarette to celebrate their upcoming fortune and sent himself and his entire family to their graves. … On the day of the trial, I attended as a key witness. Gabriel, Jasmine, and Patricia stood at the defense table wearing prison uniforms and shackles. Gabriel's head was shaved, his face still marked with bruises from the beating. Jasmine looked skeletal and hollow-eyed, muttering incoherently to herself. Patricia sat slumped in her chair, pale and lifeless. I took my seat and watched them calmly. When it was my turn to testify, I laid out every detail clearly.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

Both of them plotting against Diego — the one person who had bled for me, shielded me, when everyone else turned away. And still, I said nothing. I backed away, each step careful, deliberate, until the voices dulled into the night. My hands shook violently, the glass of water still clenched in one. It slipped, shattering against the tiles, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. All I could hear were their voices. Their plan. Their betrayal. And I knew — whatever came next, I would never look at Sage or Alvin the same way again. A sudden creak of the back door snapped my head around. The shadows shifted. A figure moved closer from the darkened yard, tall, broad, carrying an unmistakable pre

In the end, Leigh vomited blood and died glaring at me. Marty’s gaze fixed on Evan. “Is it because of him you won’t return to me?” He tried to kill Evan, but I threw myself between them to protect him. Marty looked wounded. I had once risked everything for him, too. “So you’d give me up for this lowly green snake?” “Marty, show some respect!” the Heavenly Emperor thundered, but Marty paid the rebuke no mind.

Then, she grunted, "Darryl, look at me again and I'll gouge your eyes out!" 'I'm one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs. I'm pure, arrogant, and noble. How could I hold it in when Darryl had seen me naked repeatedly? What a disgrace!' she thought. Darryl remained calm and he even went all out. "Fiend Martyr, don't be so unreasonable. You want to kill me, but you won't even allow me to take a few glances at you? Plus, if it wasn't because you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't be in this situation right now."

"Maybe I'm just tired of crying." "Or maybe," he leaned closer, "you're realizing that martyrdom doesn't suit you as well as you thought it did." The words stung because they were true. I wanted to look away, to retreat back into the safety of silence, but something in me refused. Something that had been slowly building since I watched my habit burn, since Margaret's betrayal, since I realized that six years of suffering had earned me nothing but more suffering. "At least I had a choice in my martyrdom," I said cynically. "You don't even have that luxury."

“Well, about that. In the end, the one who sent me on the mission did it intentionally. He was already aware that I wouldn’t be able to survive, and because I was becoming too good at what I did, he wanted to get rid of me. Not to mention, the whole time he was simply using me to get rid of the people who stood in the way of him gaining power.” “Really?” I ask in disbelief. “And how do you...” “For the first few months, I wouldn’t agree to Rosco’s request, but when he uncovered all these truths, I joined him happily.” Marty grins. “And once I was set loose for the first time, I went for the very ones who betrayed me.” Eyes widening, I take in the Marty in front of me. He was completely diffe

All I could think of was the memory of the white cloth being pulled over Marie's lifeless body. I never thought Gigi would be the culprit who killed Marie. I couldn't stop myself from lunging at Gigi and choking her. "Annette! Have you lost your mind?" Zachary roared. He grabbed my arm and threw me aside, making me fall onto the ground.