Slaughterhouse-five Novel Novels & Stories

Elsa was so terrified that she collapsed onto the floor. Throwing highly concentrated acid on her face would mean disfigurement. It was no different than killing her. She begged for mercy, but Xavier's knife was already at her throat. Left with no choice, she sobbed miserably and poured the acid onto her own face. As I listened to her agonizing screams, I walked out of the hospital room with a sense of immense satisfaction. Just then, Athena video-called me. She whined sweetly that she wanted to come live in the city where I grew up for a while.

Meager shares now are better than full shares for a little bit and then nothing. If the food runs out, this place won't last long. The survivors and soldiers won't be able to keep up their stamina, and then we'll be overrun in a heartbeat. I can only imagine how much destruction will happen if just one creature manages to make its way into the fortified school. Just thinking about the chaos, the bloodshed, and the destruction makes me sick to my stomach, and I can feel my appetite failing. But this is the end of the world, and I can't afford to not eat...just in case.

But because screaming took energy I didn't have, and because somewhere deep inside, something was changing. My mother's blood, maybe. Or something older than that. Something that refused to die. The thirteenth lash. The fourteenth. The fifteenth. And then, suddenly, it stopped. I hung from the chains, barely conscious, my back a ruin of torn flesh and flowing blood. I couldn't feel my body anymore. I couldn't feel anything except the deep, cold emptiness where my wolf should have been. But I was still breathing. I was still alive. Through the roaring in my ears, I heard voices.

"Why should you enjoy over twenty years of wealth and privilege, while I crawl like a rat in the gutter? I'm dying, Kurt. A terminal illness. My time is short, but I'll make sure you suffer too. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. Living to atone will be the cruelest punishment." With that, he pulled out a fruit knife he had clearly prepared in advance and slashed it across my face. Then, twisting toward me, he seized my steering wheel. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I caught one last glimpse of him shoving something into his mouth. When I woke again, I was in the hospital. They told me Jacob had died in that crash. By the time I finished reading all the entries, my thoughts were spinning—sh

This was what John owed me. My desire to live kept me going for a few additional years. The doctor said I was very lucky. I had no idea how much longer I could stay alive, but I knew that I didn't want anyone to disrupt the calm, blissful life I had now. As I reached out to close the window, I saw a familiar Maybach driving into the sanatorium grounds. When it drove past John, the tires went over a rain puddle and splashed the muddy water all over him.

"How was your night?" I looked at his hand on my waist, goosebumps filled my skin in disgust. I remembered how he joined forces with my brother to kill me. He deliberately plunged a knife through my chest, and stared till I took my last breath. I shut my eyes tightly as I reminisced about that event. A tear dared to slip down my face, but I shut my eyes and took a deep breath instead. "Fine. I'm going to get something to eat mom." I looked at her, she was smiling brightly. I walked towards the kitchen and served something to eat. Sage was right behind me, "Won't you serve your husband to be?"

He ignored me and stared directly at Anju, “Watch over her please.” She nodded and pulled me back to the tent without a word. When we got there several soldiers were positioned around the opening. They allowed us to pass without incident but I was more shocked at how quickly the air had changed since we left not moments ago. Alfred and Conrad were standing backs to me I could see a crate on the table it was small maybe a foot wide. As soon as I stepped inside the tent the unmistakable smell of blood filled the air whatever was responsible for that smell was coming from that crate.

I don't belong here. The tears dry against her cheeks, and her breathing turns to hiccups. By the time she blinks, the world becomes visible again. Once her heart calms to a normal pace, her breathing evens out, and the hiccups eventually cease. Although her mind is still a mess, she can't sit here all night. Her fingertips have already begun to go numb with cold. Sera climbs to her feet and walks out the main entrance to the park. She wipes away the remaining tears from her cheeks. Her foot is barely off the curb when she sees it. Two lights whipping around the corner, blinding her. She's frozen. They came out of nowhere. Now fully comprehending the term 'deer caught in headlights expressio

Aisha's POV The Paris sky that evening was a golden orange, reflecting the shadows of streetlights on the bustling city sidewalk. I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the hustle and bustle below while sipping on warm tea. Five years had passed since I left my old life. Five years since I chose to disappear. Along the way, I had found a new self, but the shadows of the past still clouded my mind. I was no longer the weak woman who felt unworthy of love. Now, I was a respected heart surgeon.

Rhys’ POV I stood in the center of the slaughterhouse that had once been a quiet mountain pass, my lungs burning with every breath. My nose, even dampened by the chemical filth of the raiders, had captured a scent that was seared into the marrow of my bones. It was a scent that had haunted my nightmares for five years, ever since the night.