Sickfic Meaning Novels & Stories

"When I heard that Mable wanted to break up with me, I couldn't accept it in that moment, and I lost control of my emotions. That's why I…" He paused before continuing with difficulty, "I did something so unforgivable to you. It's all my fault. You can hit me or yell at me—I deserve it." On his face was the picture of sincere remorse, but inside, he was thinking, "How troublesome. It was just one night, so why is she looking like she's about to burst into tears? Although… she wasn't half bad." A surge of anger rose in me. As expected, they were all cut from the same cloth! My younger sister, Mable Munroe, faked her illness to scam money, and her boyfriend, Kyle, faked being poor and disabled

It had now become a derelict building, abandoned and decaying. Now, ten years later, I painted Felix as an adult before lying in the same bed we'd shared as children and closing my eyes. On the headboard, the drawing of our family of four had gathered dust. The naive strokes I'd made back then were filled with a happiness that my adult self could no longer reach, a happiness Felix had never been able to offer. Maybe little Felicity had died that summer, back then, without me realizing it. When Felix found me after a frantic search, my body had already begun to decompose.

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

' Sesh cuts in, her eyes sparkling with envy and something much more disturbing, like darkness and despair. At that moment, Tammy realized she lost her friend. The person in front of her is not Sesh she knows so well. On the contrary, this maniacal girl with curly locks is nothing more than a victim of a dreadful disease. Thank you, Sesh, darling.' Luther intervenes, shifting his blind stare to her and caressing her cheek. Sesh welcomes his touch completely bewitched by his sickly authority. Watching the two of them so close together makes Tammy sick to her stomach and she can't help it but frown repulsed.

have an even brighter smile on as he said, “great. Very interesting and enjoyable like dates are, because dates should be enjoyable. You know, it was really datey-ish.” “I’m gonna pretend I know what that means,” I chirped between chuckles – a sound that was soon reverberated by him. “You and Bryce seem to be doing great,” he suddenly said, his voice coming out coolly, but I could have sworn I saw something flash through his eyes. “Yeah, it’s uh…great. Just you know, relationship-ish kind of thing.” Ok, what did that even mean? Which was why, I wasn’t surprised when I heard say, “I’m also gonna pretend I know what means.” “Oww!” he cried exaggeratedly after I hit him on the arm, while I jus

I grabbed his arm only to find his gun was already out, aimed at the nearest attacker. “Relax.” He gave a smile, one without a shred of warmth. “While I was killing people in Sicily, these clowns were still learning how to hold a gun.” Gunfire erupted. Marcus fired two shots without hesitation. Two men dropped instantly, blood splattering across the dusty floor. The remaining attackers unleashed a hail of bullets, sparks flying where rounds slammed against metal racks. I followed Marcus’s men toward the back exit. “Don’t look back! Go!” His shout echoed behind us.