Novel & Cerita Perfect Victim Book

The drive home seemed like it took forever- even though it was only about 20 miles. I was hoping I didn’t crush Will’s self confidence too easily. I felt awful that he had went through such a terrible accident that would leave him without an arm, and just when hope was attainable for him to be able to fit in, he was deemed unacceptable by society. People were always so judgmental and and broke my heart… especially since he seemed like such a nice guy.

“You are. You didn’t drink a drop of that wine just ten feet away from where we’re sitting, did you?” “No.” “Well, there you go.” He took a deep breath. “You could have downed that whole bottle to escape from seeing him again tonight, to escape what he did to you, but you didn’t. You stared it down, you called for help. You survived it, you got through. You’re a survivor.” “I’m not.” Her voice broke. “I was the perfect victim – I created this whole life where I could be raped and nobody would believe me if I told them what happened. And he knew it – he knew it.”

Someone had titled it "Confronting Damian Carter at a bar. Did not go how I expected." It had forty thousand views by morning and was climbing fast. The comments were not all kind but a lot of them were. People pointing out that I said I was wrong without immediately adding qualifiers. People saying the calm was different from what they had pictured reading the book. One comment near the top said "Karen's book described a predator. This is not what a predator looks like when someone pushes back." Mike leaned against the bar and read over my shoulder for a minute and then said "Good for business."

"Don't you worry. I will get a doctor later. You can't die. I'm not done with you." What was happening to me? How could I feel nothing but the relief of hearing his screams? How could I not feel relief? My bookworm had gone through so much, heard so much, and no justice served. Why do people think imprisonment of few years was enough for this heinous crime? How do they think it was nothing? Do they even know what a victim goes through? Do you even know what my bookworm went through when he told her to respond back? How she blamed herself for years? How she screamed and clawed for years?

( Book is Ongoing and Available on Good Novel and Mobi Reader. I love you ( The victimized ) : A book about a lady who was brutally raped by her uncle when she was younger... She managed to free herself from this and moved on with her life. But the trauma never left... Will she be able to find love later on in her life? ( Book is ongoing and available only on Goodnovel. ) Truth is, I am going to miss you all, readers... Do read the Q&A chapter after this... Love you all.....

There was an audible crack and excruciating pain racing through her, a pain which left her gagging, limp, and helpless to resist. It was more than Ruth could bear. She woke screaming. Her heart was pounding, and she tensed in terror for the next blow. She wondered how much more punishment she would have to endure, before they got down to... IT, that ultimate assault that she knew must come. But there was no next blow. She was in her own bed. She was not going to be kicked and tortured and subjected to humiliating, perverted, sexual violation. It was only a dream, a compendium of all her fears, a dream Ruth wished she had never had. What a cruel city this is, where a woman is so helpless, a r

"The question isn't whether she became a liability. The question is whether we are a community that punishes victims of extortion. If Elysium stands for safe, sane, and consensual exchange, how do we handle a scenario where consent was completely stripped away by an outside predator?" Victor remained silent, absorbing the crossfire of their pain. His presence was a massive, immovable anchor in the center of the storm. I turned my head slightly to look at his profile. The harsh angles of his jaw were relaxed, his dark eyes sweeping over Marco, Jennifer, and Leo with a profound, terrifyingly deep empathy. He wasn't acting as the unyielding Master today; he was a man who had nearly lost everyth

“They don’t tell us everything. Whatever is in the book is what we have. ” "So, you mean, they lie about he numbers that are taken? People are being kidnapped and everyone turns a blind eye? No, technically they wouldn’t know the numbers that they pick up and I doubt anyone goes through those books anyway, so they get a clean break." It was sickening. The way they treated us. What coexistence? I almost threw up thinking about the eutopia that they kept talking about, kept advertising everywhere we turned in the damn city. “You don’t know anything at all Victor?” I asked needing some thread of hope. “Anything at all?”

The sight of normal food in this nightmare almost broke me. “This is worse than last time,” I whispered, voice fracturing. She stopped, turning to look at me. “Last time I knew I was innocent. The video and the humiliation were real, but I was still the victim. I still deserved sympathy.” “You still deserve it, Lena.” “No.” The word tasted bitter. “Now they’re calling me manipulative and evil. They think I planned my own destruction for money. That’s not a victim. That’s a predator.” “You’re not a predator. Everyone who truly knows you knows that.”

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)