Might Makes Right Book Novels & Stories

RATED R!!!!! ABUSE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU FEEL THIS SCENE WILL UPSET YOU. THIS IS PART OF ATTICUS's back story. This is not a must-read chapter. ATTICUS'S MOTHER DIES IN THIS CHAPTER AND THAT IS THE ONLY DETAIL OF THIS CHAPTER YOU NEED TO KNOW. Atticus and Adeline were subjected to the cruelest acts that could be done to a living person. Please feel free to skip it. I write things like this because Darkness like this happens in the real world today. Children need our protection. Hugs and love to everyone who has ever suffered abuse.

I wanted him to pay for his sins. Present Day Eva watched me, her expression unreadable. “So now that I am useless to you, what are you going to do?” she asked, her voice laced with bitterness. I smirked. “You might not be useful to me anymore, but someone else is.” Eva’s brows furrowed. “Who?” I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “The person who turned Mr. Right into Mr. Wrong.” Eva’s eyes darkened with intrigue. “Who?”

‘Mrs Henderson, would it be okay if you help us give those toys and fruits to someone who might need them? The janitor hesitated, ‘Well, I can’t just give away things that don’t belong to me.’ Milo’s eyes sparkled with determination. ‘But they were gifts given to us, and we don’t need them. So, it’s like recycling, right?’

It was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the unwavering resolve to confront evil and restore peace. Maybe there is going to be a time when both the underworld and the government will be able to work. Well, not in terms of literal work, but to improve the economy of the country. After all, the work in the underworld is full of blood and dirt; it isn't for those who have a strong will for justice.

Kimani Secretly dating your brother's best friend sounded like the plot of a book when I said it in my head. Something dramatic and exciting and slightly scandalous that happened to other people, the kind of situation you read about and thought well that girl should have known better. And it was all of those things. It was also how I ended up flat on my back on my own bed with Roan King hovering above me like the concept of personal gravity had simply never applied to him and he saw no reason to start respecting it now.

Tara A strange sound cleaves the heavy silence of the library — a sharp, broken laugh, which surprises even me. It transforms into a rictus I feel on my lips without having commanded it. "A conversation? Is that what you call it?" says Mike, retreating behind his armchair, making a barrier of leather and wood between us. His gaze is slimy, shifting from terror to desperate provocation. It's the trap of the cornered rat. "It's the beginning, Mike. The beginning of the end of our lies."

"Wasn't going to go home. My parents made me abandon my life, again, to move, so I'm not up to spending the day with them." "Makes sense," Mr. Warner replied with a shrug. The man obviously responded well to simple logic, so things would probably be easy in this class. "The restroom is down the hall, to the right." "Thanks."

He opened the overly-ribboned box, and pulled out a book. “It’s a book of history and fairy tales,” Abigail explained. She was up on the lounge on her hands and knees, leaning in between him and the book. “Because you’re so smart and you liked that book you found in the library last year.” She sat back on her heels. “Do you like it? I hope you will. Maybe we can read it together before you leave? Hannah says it’s going to rain a lot soon, so maybe we could read this?” She was excited, nervous, and had to pee a little. She was babbling, desperately wanting him to like the gift. To like her. He opened the book and paged through it. It was a beautiful book, well-bound, and clearly loved by a pr

Reid didn’t move to stop him, not yet. Instead, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on Julian with the intensity of a predator deciding when to pounce. “You know what I learned about survival, Julian?” Reid’s voice had gone quiet, deliberate. “It’s not about who’s the strongest. It’s about who strikes first… and who’s willing to make sure the other person doesn’t get back up.” Julian’s breath hitched. “You… you think you can just...”