Sicko Booktok Novels & Stories

I actually starting to feel happy forgetting I was born with the most unlucky star in the world. My mom hates me, my very own sister would throw a party if I die, my dad left me alone in this world to deal with them both without even leaving something I can rely on and now the job I'd started to love so much is walking away from me and as usual I can't defend myself. I'm stuck and no one can help me. I hate this world, I really do and all I want to do right at this moment is to just die. "I'm sorry Gabriella, but you're fired." Liam mutters calmly and those were the last words I hear before the whole world went jet black around me and I could feel myself falling into a deep slumber.

If there is room for more spin-offs, so be it. The new book is called Her Sickness, His Cure. Have a wonderful day lovely people! God bless you guys. Stay safe.❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘

Heya readers, I have good and sad news to share with you guys. As the month will be ending sooner, only 14 DAYS LEFT for book to be completed. It was really great and unexpected journey for me. I have never thought that my book would reach this milestone but it did because of you all. I know you guys have sometimes loved and hated this book but believe me I tried every time to make this book an exciting journey. As you all guys followed this book, please please give one opportunity to my NEW BOOK, MY SMEX BIKER ALPHA On Goodnovel and LOSER HUSBAND TO THE OCTOMILLIONAIRE HEIR on MEGANOVEL APP.

I HAVE MENTIONED MY I*******M ACCOUNT IN THE COMMENT SECTION- DON'T FORGET TO FOLLOW ME THERE TO LEARN MORE ABOUT OTHER BOOKS. I'll appreciate it if you all give a try to my books: Naked Satan- Her Worst Nightmare Love ya all! THANK YOU, Best regards, author_KK

But am I brave enough to buy and read it? I ask myself. Should I buy it? So, here I am reading... Drum roll, please... "Sicko'' by Amo Jones, a fantastic writer. But she is different from the rest of the writers out there. She has more of an appetite for romance. So, yes, she is that good. I was already close to chapter 5 when I heard something outside my window. So I sat up and used my bookmark where I could stop reading, so I didn't lose my place.

I only knew I woke up too late because the glaring sunlight was already piercing through the thin sheets of the curtains. “Good morning, dear.” Zed’s voice rang in my head, so I turned to glance at him. He was already sitting in an upright position, his back on the bedboard. A motivational book by Robert Kiyosaki was in his hand. “Good morning,” I replied, turning to my other side with eyes closed. The part of the bed on his side then sank, and I knew he was lying beside me. As soon as the movement steadied, I felt his mouth on my nape, running down my shoulders.

It always kept me a little ahead. "Elder Tani, why the rush?" Second Elder called. "You must come and talk with me." His voice was calm but did not distract Elder Tani from the sicko's tendency underneath. The first moment he called for her, Elder Tani sent a few probing inquires and found out terrible things about the man. "Eat a dick!" Elder Tani was no fool. She did not want to die from torture. The man was a sicko and she wanted no part. 'I should have listened to the boy more! Work you piece of shit!'

Ground yourself, Lydia. There is this book Dr Sana gave me the last time I saw her. A self help book. It’s by a woman who was dealing with depression and she wrote about her therapy sessions and her thoughts. I Want to Die, But I Want to Eat Tteokbokki. Every time I read it, something settles inside me. It makes me feel like I’m not alone in the chaos of my own mind. So I picked it up from the counter where I had left it and started reading.

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! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Sometimes, I wonder if she’s the one I am feeling in this room. I don’t believe in ghosts or that shit. I grab a blue hardcover, with the name, ‘Herbs for healing sleeping sickness’. I flip the pages, leaning on the bookshelves, as the pages flip, a paper falls out. I grip it, the paper is nearly old, the edges almost torn off. The writing is legible.