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Those words sank into my heart like a thousand steel needles. I had already spent over four years living as someone dependent, unwanted, trapped. They didn't love me. They tormented me. And yet, they refused to let me go. It was true—I could leave soon. Just not with Jonathan. I would leave on my own. My phone was still at the Sterling house. I would get it back, one way or another. And before I left, I wanted to say goodbye—to him, and to the past we had shared. "I can't walk anymore. Will you carry me?"

He lashed her mercilessly with a belt soaked in saltwater. A series of sharp cracks echoed through the space. "You bitch! This is all your fault! You're a curse! If not for you, the project would never have collapsed. I'll kill you!" Meghan was whipped until her skin was split and raw, her agonized screams piercing the air. But suddenly, she burst into a fit of manic laughter, tears streaming down her face. "Matthew! Do you think torturing me will make Danielle come back? You destroyed the project she cared about most and ruined her life. Even her daughter had to be registered under the last name Bradford! She hates you! She wants nothing more than to see you dead!"

As much as I found it very hating, and the fact that I had promised to not let the whole issue get to me. Right now, I could say I hated something…One thing. And that was those goddamn people and the brain behind their existence. Hatred for them fucking burned in my heart and like a inhaling toxic air, I could feel it crawling through me body and soul. it was like getting punched in the throat, and getting a jab to his heart. That was my comparison for the way I was feeling, and all that was needed for all this trial and error as a Made Man was a spark that would ignite an inferno that would burn out from the inside out, that much hatred was what I felt.

"Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough." "Go to hell with your little bastard!" I shut my eyes and calmed myself. Quietly, I preserved every text and waited—for the storm that was sure to come.

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

He has never seen her laugh like that before. The sound of the laughter was the last stroke that broke the camel's back. He went back in to his room with anger and wore his garment. Someone has to stop Alaric and that person was him.

Even if I did try, it would only relive the hurt and the pain that we went through together. I still hadn’t forgiven him for what happened to us. I still carried that grudge for all that was worth and I don’t know when I would ever get past it. "Cool. Is he old and decaying?" I joked. She laughed with a shake with her head."No, he's young. And hot." I cocked my eyebrows. Hot? Really now."Hotter than me?" She rolled her eyes."Gah. Boys and their hotness." "PANDORA! WHERE THE FREAKING HELL ARE YOU?!" someone screeched from the top of their lungs. God, that was worse than nails on a chalkboard.

was him pointing a gun at my forehead. I couldn't move as tears suddenly gushed out of my eyes. My heart pounced fast not for the child but something else. I stepped backward, and he threatened to shot me, it was so quick, where they waiting for us to get back. He cracked the gun and gave a wry smile, I stared at him with disbelief and hurt in my chest, that smile rekindled memories. There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask, but my tears covered it all. I couldn't say a word, and a loud sound was heard. The child in my hands shuddered, while I felt a sharp pain at my left shoulder. I could feel the blood dripping off from that side. I stood mute trying to struggle for air as the pain w

I came back to my room and sat on my bed . I took my mobile and scrolled some messages in wechat . Then I opened music library and played one of my favorite song.It was my favorite because it gives me the memories of my buried love.I closed my eyes and listened to those heartbreaking lyrics ....... "Feeling used but I'm still missing you And I can't see the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips And now all this time is passing by But I still can't seem to tell you why It hurts me every time I see you

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...