Punished Book Novels & Stories

Giving him life isn’t the end of his punishment but instead an increase of another painful punishment. Punishment of seeing the one he loves be happy with someone else. The punishment of guilt of doing so much to his love. Oh God, Today I got the memories of your deities. _____________________________________ Only an epilogue is left which will be updated soon. Don’t forget to like and comment. I never planned to kill Xavier as for me, if Sinister deserves a new beginning then he does too. And don’t worry he has changed. The next book will be any guesses.

But not before she left a note behind, one he found weeks later in his locker: “You scare me. Please get help.” He burned it. Then Seraphina. Broken little bird with tear-glass eyes. She came to him already splintered, already desperate to be wanted. He wrapped his hands around her neck when she talked too much, left bite marks when she asked too many questions. And she called it love. She called it passion. When he left her, she shattered completely. Tried to die in a school bathroom stall. Slit wrists. A pool of blood and a confession note addressed to him.

"But we make that decision together instead of you deciding alone that you're too damaged to deserve a family." "I don't deserve a family." The old guilt was back. "I've killed too many people and destroyed too many lives to deserve creating new ones." "That's your trauma talking." I was firm. "That's Father Damien's self-flagellation pretending to be wisdom." "Maybe Father Damien was right." He pulled away. "Maybe some sins are too deep to move past." "Then everyone who's ever done violence is permanently disqualified from happiness." I was getting angry now. "Soldiers and abuse survivors and anyone who fought back, none of them deserve families?"

Her vulnerability was heart-wrenching, a broken girl reliving years of hell, her bitter life a litany of wrongs: endless abuse, stolen childhood, dreams crushed under his boot. But it seemed someone heard her pleas as the door burst open like a storm. Silas, having followed after hearing from a student witness. His intimidating frame filled the entry, eyes blazing with controlled fury. "Get away from her!" he thundered, voice deep and commanding. Her father whirled, sneering at him. "Who the fuck are you? Her pimp?" Silas moved with masterful precision, subduing the man in seconds, a firm grip on his arm, twisting it behind his back, forcing him to the ground without excess force.

So sorry to disappoint you guys but I guess the punishment they got was fine. If you guys didn't check out my last book yet please do.. I hope you will like that as well 'My 5 brothers'

Slap. The pain worsens every time he hits me. He fucking hit me. Nobody has ever hit me before. I've heard about these kinds of kinks in the bedroom. How they said that the pain would be nothing compared to the pleasure. But my pleasure might have caught traffic because it was felt nowhere. The pain, however, was there. Tons of them. Fight back Caterina. My inner killing instinct was yelling. You fight the hell back because you are not a pawn in this game. You will die if you are. "You're sorry for what?" he whispered as he leaned on my back towards my ears. And he bites.

A single chair sat in the center, tall-backed and austere, as though designed for judgment. “Sit,” he said, his voice steady, leaving no room for hesitation. I did. My legs pressed together, hands fidgeting in my lap. He circled me slowly, like a predator measuring its prey. “The Punishment Room is not about pain, Evelyn. It’s about truth. Shame is the chain we drag behind us in the outside world. Here, we turn it into something else. Something beautiful. Do you understand?” I nodded faintly, though I wasn’t sure I did.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

Hello 🤗 I'm truly sorry for the recent inconsistency. I've been experiencing significant creative burnout and fatigue lately, which has made it challenging to update. I'm working on getting my creative energy back, and I appreciate your patience. This book will be completed soon, so please know it won't be abandoned. Thank you for your understanding! ❤️❤️❤️❤️