My Darling Dreadful Thing Mga Nobela at Kwento

she is sobbing and wiping her tears “You said you see a lot of monster here, well in your new place there will be none.” “Why aren’t you coming?” her words pained me “I can’t, they only need one kid.” But the truth is no one will ever like a 12-year-old boy like me “You said you will never leave me…” and she started crying again “Sh…I will do that, when you are with them I can still pay you a visit” “Mr. Marcus won’t allow you to get out”

Daniela's POV I woke up covered from head to toe in sweat. I wasn’t comfortable in this room yet, but right now I was relieved that this was where I was, and not in my old bedroom in my parents’ house, with Alexander’s hands pressed tightly around my neck. My hand followed my thoughts, and massaged my neck as I forced my breathing to slow down. It was still dawn, but it wasn’t too early for my cravings to set in. I needed my vanilla flavoured milk. I needed it so bad that I could cry.

However, Tina pushed him away. "You're Bad Daddy. I don't want Bad Daddy." Alice chuckled coldly. "Hated by your own daughter, Lucas Wolfgang. You're the biggest failure of a werewolf I've ever met." Lucas stood frozen in place, feeling awkward. When he finally opened the door, the stench of rotting flesh permeated the air. The door to the bedroom had been left slightly ajar when they left the house earlier. Alice lowered her head and asked Tina, "Tina, what do you mean when you said that your mom has been sleeping for a long time?"

Maddie muttered from her uncionscious state "Oh dear,poor little Diaz won't be able to save you from me now" Damien said and laughed At the tone of his voice Maddie shooked and slowly she unveiled her beautiful green eyes She widened her eyes in shock as her gaze met with his evil eyes "Oh Maddie,my beautiful Maddie,I missed your beautiful green eyes and most especially your delicious body or don't you miss me,my little whore" Damien whispered in her ears and she trembled in his hands "Please let me go,please" She whimpered as dread and horror filled her entire body

“The family reunion you wanted. And a little… entertainment.” Devon’s jaw clenched. “What the hell is this?” “This,” Damian said, walking slowly toward the bed, letting his fingers trail across the sheets, “is my masterpiece. You, me, a memory they’ll never forget.” He tilted his head toward Annabelle and Camille. “And after I’m done, your sweet little girl gets to die in front of you.” Camille whimpered, and Annabelle twisted against her bonds, rage blazing in her eyes. “You’re insane,” Devon said, his voice low but steady.

"Dull, boring, unoriginal, all of the above. They could have at least given me something really catchy." I studied her for a minute. She was a complete mystery, and no doubt crazy from what I'd just witnessed. I'd be a fool at forty to insist on getting closer to her. It was a good thing then... that I had just turned twenty-eight. I nodded, my eyes roving over her face, taking in those dark eyes that threatened to suck me into their depths with each stare. It was like drowning, but while high; you were dying, but you didn't know it. "Would you like a drink?"

“Get some rest, Devia. We’ll handle the rest.” Damien walked to the door to check the hallway— —and froze. “What is it?” Devia asked from the sofa, her heart instantly racing. Damien didn’t answer. He slowly bent down… picked something up from the floor… And when he turned around, Devia’s blood turned to ice. A baby doll. Its head twisted unnaturally. One glass eye missing. The chest slashed open as if gutted. A red ribbon tied around its neck. Devia’s scream broke the silence.

(DREAD) “JUST wait for me my love, I will definitely make everything clear and good for the two of us. It will not be long. We will have our happy ending, my happy ending. And you will permit me, right? You will allow me to kill her? Your beloved, Daniela.” “No!”

"I won't let him have a moment of happiness with that woman. I'll shatter their fairy tale, and they'll understand the price of betraying me. I’m his fated mate, but he rejects me a thousand times!” Her thoughts twisted and turned, envisioning scenarios where she could dismantle their happiness, where she could expose the flaws and weaknesses of their bond. The darkness within her grew, nurturing her villainous desires. "I'll take pleasure in their suffering," Darlyn whispered to herself, her voice filled with a chilling delight. "They'll realize the grave mistake they've made, turning their backs on me. No one crosses me without paying the consequences." Her eyes gleamed with a wicked deter

His roars of malevolence shook every nook and cranny of the Malevolent World. The murky crimson ink that painted the walls and floors of the arena dried as Damon the Prideful continued to dance with his ruby flames. A mindless weeps of sorrow shook the foundation of sanity within the Halfling prince. Drowning from his grievances, the immobile body of Maleficent the Glutton was safely tucked in his right wing.