Neglected Novels & Stories

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“None of your business.” “It is my business when you’re acting like a desperate little slut,” he said, voice sharp but teasing. “That’s low, Aria. If Zane wasn’t interested, you should’ve made him want you the right way. Not drug him so he’d fuck you. What dignity would you have left after that? Waking up wondering if he even wanted you or if it was the drugs talking.”

I ignored her entirely and walked past her into the room. I saw Adrian lying on the bed, his frame even thinner than the last time we'd argued. His face was pale and drained of any color. When he heard me, he opened his eyes. His voice was barely more than a breath. "You win." I frowned. How could he have deteriorated this badly in just a few days? "What happened?" I asked. Marielle stepped out from behind me. "What do you think happened? It's because of you. You knew Adrian was still suffering from the wolfsbane, and you still abandoned him on the full moon. How could you be so cruel?"

When the doctor was done, she sighs and shook her head. Mark looked at the doctor impatiently asked "Any worries?" "Actually, it shows from my results that she is a patient of bipolar disorder and this has made it more critical as she has gone into a severe trauma. Hence, will be silently inactive for a long time." The doctor said "What do you mean silently inactive?" Mark asked "It means she would be quiet for a long time, won't respond to anyone or talk to anyone. And this will go until she recovers from her trauma" the doctor said

Ken stood to his feet acting worried. Nicky utilized the opportunity and curled up to a corner of the room. She held up her knees still in tears scanning the "devil" she had been locked with. Nicky once made an attempt to go back to her parents but the Daredevil caught her and threatened to kill them if she tried running ever again. Ken reached for his bottle of beer and drank a great deal, he picked up a cigarette and drew in a great deal that he coughed out. Droplets of blood could be found on the floor; his health was worsening by the day, as he paid no attention to it.

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night

The mere thought of it depressed her. Anywhere in the world, a pregnant unmarried woman would be treated as a pariah. She would be rejected by society, she would be subjected to hostility and ill-treatment. Even worse for one without a protector. All doors would be closed and there was no chance to get a decent job or make a living. In the end, such women of ill repute was left with no other choice but selling sexual favor to degenerate men.

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with that she walked out. I searched for a quiet place and I found one,it looked neglected but I didn't care..a begger has no choice. I sat for a while and reminisced on my life.. I had never had a good life,from being picked on by my mum's numerous boyfriends,to being called a bastard in school. I always envied kids with loving parents. I was a lone girl, no one wanted to be my friend except for Christine.

Could this really be one of the side effects of my now worse condition? I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t eat, all I could do was drink and drink till I start staggering, my head continued to ache, and even though I missed my kids so much that I felt like my heart would tear apart, I couldn’t bring myself to go see them. I felt like a little child who needed care, love, and affection from his mother, someone who needed support, uttermost care. I felt weak, which made me more miserable.