Misery Novel Novels & Stories

"You talk about being a mistress so easily. Did you know what it's like to be a girl who was pregnant with the child of a man from the Ford family when she had turned twenty but was heartlessly driven away by that man? She was at her wit's end and had to deliver the child by herself, and because nobody was there to take care of her child, her newborn baby was sold by a human trafficker. In the end, the twenty-year-old girl lost all hope in life and became a nun. Do you know what it's like to live in guilt for life? Did you know how much suffering the child that was sold had to experience in life? Did you know about that? Do you understand that? Yet, you just came to talk to me about being a

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.

Peace was something I desperately needed right now. I pulled a random novel from one of the shelves and settled into the deep armchair beside the large window. Moonlight filtered through the glass, casting silvery patterns across the floor. I opened the book and turned a page. Then another. The words blurred together. I couldn’t remember a single sentence. My mind refused to leave that terrible day. Mia’s bright smile. Her easy laughter. The way she had leaned in conspiratorially only moments before everything went wrong. Then the blood. The scream that still echoed in my nightmares. Her lifeless body on the cold ground, eyes staring at nothing.

I could've sworn I saw her shoulders lift with pride as she spoke, that smug smile never leaving her face. She makes me fucking sick. “Interestingly, it is the same plight as the female lead of my newest bestseller book,” Gabi continued, “a woman with so much to give the world, but such little luck. So much so that she falls into the hands of a Killer, a dangerous Mafia man…” I watch as the Interviewer literally piques. Her brown eyes glow with desperate curiosity at the mention of the word ‘Mafia’.

JANAYAH Time didn't exist in the dark. There was only the cold, seeping into the marrow of my bones, and the smell of my own degradation—dried blood, stale urine, and the damp, earthy rot of the cellar. I lay curled in the dirt, a tight ball of misery, trying to conserve warmth that I didn't have. My body was a landscape of dull aches and sharp, stabbing pains left over from Michael’s assault. I didn't know how long it had been. Hours? Days? It felt like a lifetime. It felt like I had always been here, and the time in the cabin with Mace, the time of warmth and softness, had just been a cruel hallucination.

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

For Elise who's unemployed in her last life, she feels ashamed, these children age seven to fifteen starting to work to learn how to feed themselves. This is also the reason why she hated this novel. All the struggle , hope and tenacity of the children have built will just be in vain once the tragedy happened. It's disgusting to think that they were just side characters for the protagonist to be known. Elise who thought that sacrifices are important for every character development is exhausting to one's pov.

So she locks up her childhood home, collects the letters on the floor and puts it behind her for the last time. Her Uber drops her off at a café close to the lawyers’ office, she sits in silence and thinks of everything she’s left behind in Manhattan. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to hide from Kieran forever; he was mafia and would find her wherever she went. And Clarissa...she would be heartbroken. There was no going back for her now, so she might as well get used to her life back in New Orleans.

I wanted to see him, touch him… I missed him terribly. Once again I found the solution to my yearning in writing. Unfortunately, my mood didn't improved much, even thought my novel was finally starting to earn me some money. The amount of my readers grew with every day, I knew I should be happy… and I was, somewhere in my heart, but I couldn't paint even a fainting smile on my face. My overwhelming sadness possessed few following chapters and I created a full of despair thread between my Troy and Serenity. After flooding the story with my loneliness I surprisingly felt better, like I got it off my chest. By the end of the day I was focus on working on my weak heart… as well as my body.