Spare Me Novels & Stories

For the first time, his expression softened—not with sympathy, but with consideration. “You’re right, Apollo. Forgiveness does count.” He looked at me intently. “Mia Walgreen, you have two days—two days only—to go back to the most critical moment in your life. How you use that time is up to you. No one will recognize you. You will be a free agent in the universe, with the blessing of God Almighty and His court.” Before I could fully grasp his words, Ivery raised his gavel and struck it against the desk.

"You shouldn't hold back though. If you do I'll never want to see you ever again." "Sure thing sweetheart just don't hate me if you end up sore." "Oh trust me I've been through the worst training anyone can imagine. And I've survived. So I don't think you can actually cause me pain." I stated proudly. "It's a sparing sweetheart. Three rounds three minutes each and it's over." "No fucking way. Ten rounds and we should be good." "Five or we should just not spar at all." He countered. "Seven." I stated firmly. "Let's meet in an hour at the training ground." I stated dismissively.

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Want to die . “Please sir I’m sorry,what do you need ?is it money? I’ll give you money ,I just need to call my friend to bring it ….sir please spare me.”I begged for my dear life .It felt like I was reliving the whole attack that happened at our house and yet again I was held hostage by an homeless man for that matter .

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The day before New Year's Eve, my wealthy parents, Mitchell Parker and Delilah Smith, and my sister, Mila Parker, finally agree to ring in the New Year with me at the amusement park. However, when I arrive there, they are nowhere to be found. When I text them, they tell me they're stuck in traffic and will be late. I wait alone there until the clock hits midnight. Then, I come across my adopted brother Leo Meyer's Instagram post. He's dressed in an expensive suit, holding the piano trophy he has just won, with Mom, Dad, and Mila gathered around him at a New Year's Eve party. The caption reads, "It's another year with my family who truly loves me." His friends start liking the post. T

Matthew called several times, he sent messages, and my mother called too; but I didn't respond. Natasha, my sister, called countless times, but I didn't want anyone to stop me or talk me out of leaving. Then, the updates on social media started. I watched my life implode right in front of me. But there was no going back. I had to get away from Matthew Smith. I waited at the airport waiting area, hoping no one would spot me until I was gone.

I take out my phone from my pocket and see Zach's message saying: Zach, 11:30am I am sorry, Tay, about yesterday. Can you please hear me out first, I can explain? I miss you talking to me ☹ I definitely miss talking to him but all I want now is to save myself from a broken heart and switch off my phone without replying to his text. I quickly eat my salad and stand up, telling my friends that I'm going to the toilet. They briskly nod at me and go back to their food. Just as I was about to turn a corner to head to the toilet, someone grabs my hand and my back hits the wall, as blue eyes stare into mine.

The days passed in a blur. I saw no one aside from the doctors and the nurses. It was as if York had vanished from my world completely. I asked the nurse to help me make a call. The phone rang a few times before someone finally picked up. "Who's this?" After six long months, that familiar voice filled my ears once again. My throat tightened with emotion. "Mr. Cooper…" My voice was still too weak, barely more than a rasp. Each word came out halting, broken. There was a pause on the other end. After a while, he spoke again, this time softer. "Nicole, is that you?"