Novel & Cerita Punished Book

They are innocent! “Yea, yea,” Maddie scuffs with a playful push before she reads more. “Says he wants you to write back, pronto.” Maddie turns up with another glint in her eye. But I, too, find myself matching her enthusiasm. “I most certainly will, “ I have to. The sheer injustice of defacing books has sparked a passion within me. I can not stand to abide by such a crime. I would never forgive myself. However, I must correct this blunder before true mayhem comes to life and he is lost to chaos.

Matan kept quiet trying to digest this fact but his fists clenched at his side. “I was fourteen when I received my first punishment. My parents were helpless, it was as if they were puppets held by a string. My father was too much of a coward, he values his luxury more than he values his wife and child, I think. I wanted to stay away from my grandfather and live elsewhere but no one ever defies his orders. I learned to live with fear and did my best not to fail again but of course, luck was not on my side. Five more followed that punishment but on the last one, I did it on purpose because I thought I was grown enough to fight back. What a fool I was back then. His loyal minions shackled me a

She remarked bitingly, "You really do treat Caterina well, Simone. If I were your actual biological sister, I guess I could make any mistake without consequence, knowing you'd always bail me out." I furrowed my brow and said coldly, "Caterina has already spent five years being punished for her mistake. Isn't that enough, Maria? I've kept my promise to you for these five years since Caterina was the one who did you wrong and made you suffer back then.

“Record it and inflict punishment later.” The people beside me recorded Cathy’s data. Then it was someone else’s assessment. After everyone finished their assessment, they began to punish those who did not pass. Cathy was the first to fail the test, but not the first to be punished. Girls who were punished before Cathy suffered ten whips. They all gritted their teeth and kept quiet. They were all forbearing. However, it could still be seen that their bodies were already badly mutilated. Cathy looked at them with her face pale.

It was medium-sized and delicate, with details for the days of the week, weather, date, and more on each page. I gulped down my saliva, wondering why he gave this to me and what exactly I was supposed to do with a book. “Your punishment begins with that.” His dark eyes studied my expression and the way my fingers flickered through each page softly. I frowned slightly, confusion masking my stressed face. “My punishment is a book?” Saying it aloud sounded stupid and funny. I had expected worse. I had expected him to yell at me, to punish me in the ways I had always recognized. But him giving me a book was not what I had in mind.

Anywhere was better than here after all. In the boy's free time, he decided to read a book as big as his chest. Flipping through pages, trying his best to understand the words put in front of him. Page one-hundred, page two-hundred. This is how the boy learned, it's how he has managed to even keep living until now and lucky for him, if anyone touches the books in the library with intentions of tearing them to shreds, they'd be punished. Luckily for them, nobody has been punished yet and the boy didn't want to find out either.

He looked unrecognizable, yet somehow, that fire in his eyes that fucking fire remained as he refused to give up but he gave up the White Book. I saw it happen in real time, why the hell are they making me watch this? Is this a form of punishment for me? I know I deserve worse but I don't want to see him this way because of me. His jaw clenched as he spat out the code to the safe. “Three-six-four-nine-zero. You want the damn book? Go fetch it yourself, you motherfucker,” he growled through bloody teeth, he was doing all he could to endure the shit thrown at him.

Mr Banks pleaded as though his life depended on it. Andrea chuckled low in his throat, both amused and dark. He enjoyed watching people beg. "I would have squandered you even before coming here. Nobody lays hands on what is mine and walks away freely, but because this is your first warning, I'll let you go freely, and you'll still own your position because I don't break promises." His voice went down. "But I'll still punish you, old man.” He examined the book in his hand. "Hold that book firmly and slap yourself twice with it, making it very loud. No cheating, because if you do, you won't find it funny."

My jaw tightened. Clara reached for the ledger before I could stop her. Her fingers stilled as she flipped through the pages, gray eyes darkening with every line she read. Names. Dates. Punishments passed without witness. Food rations reduced for “disobedience.” Children reassigned to dens that never wanted them. She inhaled sharply and closed the book. “These don’t get burned,” she said quietly. The beta hesitated. “They… implicate elders. Entire lines.” “Good,” she replied, lifting her gaze. “Then they will finally answer for it.”

My cheeks flushed, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the electric current of our unspoken passion crackled between us. “You’ve been such a naughty, naughty girl,” Ray continued, his tone deliberate, almost clinical, yet laced with a promise that made my stomach flip. “And you deserve to be punished. I’ll have to punish you for hurting my feelings.” His words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Punishment. The word sent a jolt of anticipation through me, mingling with the guilt I felt for whatever I had done to wound him. I knew I had crossed a line, but the thought of what his punishment might entail both terrified and excited me.