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a single second is enough to make a poor to rich and rich to poor the same second is enough to make the most powerful person to a weak person the same single second can make happiest person in the world to drown in the ocean of sorrow a single night turned viranica roy life most miserably the only family her mom left her the only love of her life died infront of her in her hands the smile that sticked to her face left her the tears are to ease the pain but the tears in her eyes also abandoned her in this painful situation the most painful thing is unable to shred the tears to express our emotions everyone experiences this situation in their life once loosing of their loved ones at a certain

Despair loomed over me, darkening my thoughts and flooding my heart with profound sorrow. Tears flowed uncontrollably, blurring my vision. Every memory with her spun in my mind, plunging me deeper into sadness. How unfair all this was; such a precious person was now lost, and I felt as if the world had stopped turning. All the pain and regret haunted me, and I knew my life would never be the same again. Serena's departure took part of me with it, and this sense of loss would forever be etched in my memory. I closed my eyes, hoping this was all just a nightmare that would soon end.

The rejection, the endless disappointment—it's suffocating. I thought things would change, but they never do. Every time I get a glimpse of happiness, it vanishes, leaving me empty. I’m exhausted from the constant struggle. I sat in the corner of my room, sobbing quietly, the walls around me closing in. I just wanted it to stop, the pain, the hopelessness, all of it.

Let them praise you, ruin you, and worship you exactly the way you crave. CHAPTER one: ••• “Dad, you can’t possibly be serious right now! Please tell me this is a lie,” Sadie cried into her phone, her eyes watery with unshed tears. She felt like she could barely breathe and was numb all over; she hoped this was all a dream. Her hands were almost pale white, clinging to the grimy three-year-old phone in a tight grip. She was barely making enough to replace the cracked screen after it had met with horrid accidents ever since she began fending for herself with part-time jobs.

Chapter 4 Zara’s POV I couldn’t take it anymore. My body was shaking so bad on that table, Kai’s thick cock still buried deep inside me while our parents kept chatting away on the laptop. “Sorry Mom, Dad, the connection is cutting out,” I blurted out, my voice cracking hard. I slammed the laptop shut with one trembling hand. The second the call ended I let go completely. “Fuck—Kai—oh my god!” I screamed, the pleasure crashing over me all at once.

No Sadhika Gang rape "I wish that was a story and the dreadful night was a horrible nightmare but this is my painful truth." *****

My heart breaks when she turns toward me with tears running down her face. "I have nothing. When I say nothing, I mean nothing. I'm one paycheck away from losing my apartment. I've had my electricity turned off more times than I can count because I can't afford to pay the bill. Why would you want to help someone like me? I'm nothing compared to you." She turns away and starts sobbing. I have a feeling there's more behind this story than just me having money. I can't stand seeing her cry, so I carefully lift her off the seat and sit her across my lap. Sasha doesn't try to stop me and lays her head on my shoulder.

Alas, his shaking body exposed the torrent of emotions rushing through him. All of a sudden, he recalled having once read in a book that the body scent of the merpeople could ease the symptoms of someone who had compulsive sexual disorder. At the time, he didn't believe merpeople existed and thought it was just a fairy tale. Thinking about it now, he realized that whenever he was with Sylvie, that unique body scent of hers would always make his breath hitch. Just then, his phone started ringing. Nick Henderson, Connor's assistant, exclaimed over the phone, "Something terrible has happened, Mr. Shaw! Quick! Check the latest headlines!"

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Like what Caius did, it was my last option when I lost my mother when she jumped off of a 10-story building of a city hall and died. Every eighty-five minutes, someone in the United Kingdom had taken away their own life, but what do you think would happen to those who had left behind? The aftermath of it? Nothing could take away the pain of loss—I was thinking—It was killing me how your mind could make you feel so worthless. I was thinking, what could I've had possibly done to help you? So, before you go, was there something I could have said to make your heartbeat better?