Plainwalker Of The Stigma Novels & Stories

Sarah's POV Me and Miss Fatima walk back to home after the Zumba session. That was fun, actually. In my life, I never attended such sessions for what I am attending are always academic session. I never expected that exercising with a large number of people will be fun. About what happened earlier, I am so glad that the people here in our place is our allies. They are protecting Miss Fatima and the Dela Cerna Restaurant. I didn't feel any guilt about what happened to Rhea, she deserves that. She deserves to be shamed in front of several people.

This was the image the world had been waiting for: the billionaire and his partner, side by side at the precipice of a new age. “This is Sabatine Stalker,” Anton said, and his voice softened with a pride that was entirely personal. “Many of you know his name from the headlines. What you don’t know is that he is the reason I understand the difference between a lock and a sanctuary. He is the moral compass for what we build today.” He turned back to the crowd, his posture opening, including them all. “It is our honour to unveil The Rogers-Stalker Global Integrity Institute.”

Cold chills ran down my spine when Esther's face came up on screen. “If you are seeing this…they must have gotten to me. I don’t have much time…” The video glitched and began loading again. “What the fu—” It was back on before I could air out my frustration. “As I said, I don't have much time. This old camera barely works. I have done a lot of terrible things in my life, but I did them at a cost and everyone has a price to pay. This might be mine. I just didn't think I would come to an end at the hand of one of my victim’s kids. People you think you know and you think are good people, are not. The entire pack, it's corrupted to the bone. Joanna Whitlock, her brother-in-law, Donald Whitlock,

"Dr. Shaw, be careful." The person attending to me was a newly recruited researcher. Over the past 30 years, I had survived multiple explosions. I suffered burns to my face, lost my right hand, and could barely see out of my right eye. If any of my old friends were to show up, they might not even recognize me as the young lady of the Shaw family. "Dr. Shaw, look here." "Dr. Shaw is the greatest." The crowd around me voiced their admiration, and I squinted at them one by one.

"I am Valentina Brown. I would like to tell you that whatever you say, no matter how bad it is, stays between us and in this room. Either that is about someone you know is involved in the mafia or a murder you have committed. I know you have signed the documents but I just wanted to let you know. You are my only responsibility. And I have given therapy to many other people involved in the mafia, in the past." "Um, okay." I rubbed my neck nervously which she didn't miss. "Can you introduce yourself?" "Sure. Um, you already know my name. It's Vivianna. And um- Vivianna Violet, to be exact. And uh, uh, um I am here for... therapy?" I blabbered, not knowing what else to say. She chuckled. "Okay.

Neil felt dazed, and pain spread all over his body, his bones ached badly. With blurry eyes, he looked up confused to the sudden attack, hoping to spot who, or what was in the room when a white figure materialized...his heart ceased in his chest, and his eyes cleared well enough for him to see her. Claire Steele. The supposed dead sister of the Steeles. A beauty like no other, standing before him in a dazzling white dress, and her hair was adorned with gleaming transparent crystals. Each step she took was deliberate, dangerous, and announcing dread.

He looked up at me, his tears and snot mixing together on his face in a disgusting way. "I was wrong! I shouldn't have falsely accused you on the live stream! I'm worse than an animal!" He kept smacking himself in the face as he spoke. "But I've already gotten what I deserved. I can't find a job anywhere, I've spent all my money, I can't afford rent anymore, and I'm living like a rat on the streets! "Gavin, please help me! You were my mentor for years, and we used to work together for such a long time too! Please help me, I'm begging you!"

After all, not every epiphany deserves forgiveness, right? Then one day, I caught something on TV that sent chills down my spine. The mental hospital I was in was in the news: a scandal broke out. Staff were arrested for a laundry list of horrors: embezzlement, violence, severe patient abuse, and some were even accused of human experimentation, organ trafficking, and murder. The worst of them were facing the death penalty. The memories of pain I buried came flooding back. I took deep breaths, trying to steady my racing heart.

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Sisca explained at length. Jes was stunned, not that Adam was a CEO. But stunned to know the fact that Adam is a mafia. It seemed unethical for her to fight a mobster all this time. Her life almost flew because of her own actions. Sisca patted Jeslyn's shoulder, waking Jes from her reverie. Sisca smiled sweetly. "You don't need to be afraid of Adam. Even though Adam was a big mobster he would never hurt someone he loved. He will only hurt the person who hurt him, more precisely a charlatan. "