Martyr Novel Novels & Stories

There was no way for such hurt to ever be forgotten. No one showed up on the day of Zachary's sentencing. It served as a kind of punishment for him as well. Later on, I heard from John that Zachary took his own life while in prison. With his dying breath, he continued to apologize to Marie, John, and me. Once I heard that he was dead, the last of my anger dissipated. I still resented him, of course. How could I not? I resented him for betraying me and our marriage, for not trusting me, and for indirectly causing Marie's death as well.

Cassandra bowed her head and remained silent, she was at loss how to answer Marty’s question Marty felt a sting in his heart, he couldn’t care less what others think about him. However, in Cassandra’s case he didn’t want her to see him as the infamous Casanova of the film industry. “I am waiting for your answer, Cassandra.” Marty wanted to hear what’s in her mind. “I don’t know how to answer your question, Sir Marty.” Cassandra’s voice quavered.

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

"I don't want their forgiveness. I want their heads." He nodded and walked away, and I sat alone in the dark with my hand on my stomach and my heart made of stone. They wanted a puppet, someone they could control, someone who would do what they said without asking questions. But they got a predator instead, someone who had been hunted her whole life and was finally ready to become the hunter. Merald sat beside me, not touching me, just being there, and Sarah stood by the window with her arms crossed and her eyes on the street, and I thought about my brother, about my grandfather, about all the people who had died because they had tried to fight the Circle and lost.

There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family. It was clean, new, stamped with my personal choices, and full of limitless future possibilities. Arya's car accident had been just that—an accident. It was a tragedy that shattered my life into pieces. Yet on top of those ruins, after experiencing betrayal, manipulation, abuse, and endless struggles, I had cleared away the rubble with my own hands and rebuilt my home. I had lost my marriage and seen people's true colors, but I had also reclaimed myself. My phone vibrated. A text from the bank reminded me that one of my low-risk investments started accruing interest today.

I can even count the number of times I coughed out blood and what place exactly in my body was left unwounded. After what seemed like centuries of torture... "100th!" The guard voiced. I thought that was all until an elder came out of the gathering and gestured 'stop' with his hands. "Did you actually plan on letting her go? She tried to harm our Luna! The selfless Martyr of the werewolves! She..." "Martyr? You all don't know who's the true martyr here." My weak self said with a light scoff, audible enough for the Elder's hearing.

"You said 'past life'? Are you reborn too?" "Yes. I've been reborn." Mikhail turned to face me, his eyes unwavering. "In the past life, Sophia killed herself not long after our marriage. The world believed I had abused her. But the truth is, she found my room filled with your photos and ended her life out of shame and rage. "I've loved you across two lifetimes, Emma. This time, I won't let the chance slip away." Outside the window, snow fell in soft sheets, blanketing Droskav in a white blanket.

The young ladies were too terrified to even cry. That was when Rosalind stepped forward. She kissed the leader, stripped off her dress, and followed him into a room. Everyone knew what happened next. I wanted to stop her, but she moved too fast. I had to focus on keeping everyone else alive. Through the crack in the door, I saw her crawling beneath several men like a dog. The other ladies were too scared to look. In the end, she couldn't take it anymore and passed out. That was when I quietly took down the guard outside and worked with that mysterious organization to rescue all the ladies.

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

I mumbled, “Wait for me, baby.” It was at that moment, when we went forward from time. The two well known Mafia clans, the Ophidians and the Dreugans had a bloody battle. That very night, the Ophidians lost around 2 or more people. But despite the grief over the lost ones, we continued to battle, without turning our head back. Charlotte wass in front of me, sitting on a chair as her eyes were blindfolded. I was heading towards her, when all of the sudden, Draic went in front of me with a rifle in his firm, right hand. As gun came towards me, my reflexes kicked in and I avoided the bullet with ease. But even though I dodged the bullet, it was a small thing. It grazed my left shoulder. The bl