Suicidal Reader X Novels & Stories

Susan finished reading a newspaper as she sat on her sofa by the window in her room upstairs, then she kept it aside, and moved to pick up a novel by her bedside table. She returned to the sofa, opened the page where she had stopped last night, and kept on reading. Reading novels, Susan discovered, was perfect for distraction. It took her mind off recent happenings, of her world, and took her to a world of her own. In her world of fantasy, she didn’t care what happened in her and without, especially the disturbance slowly stirring in High Town City (which the news, and the newspapers carried), and the great, uncontrollable urge to kill. She cared for nothing in this state actually, save for

Week was hell. We were done with finals, Shawn’s suicide attempt was the only thing people could talk about and even though everyone that is in here had a sob story, I was the sob story of the week. But I didn’t cry, I couldn’t, even. I felt… numb. Clarissa and Jessica were nowhere to be seen. I didn’t know what to think about it, if it was good I was still alive of if she was researching ways of killing me without leaving traces on the internet.

Xander sat alone in his dimly lit apartment after the conversation with Dr. Lawrence, his hands trembling as he wheeled himself closer to the window. The city lights twinkled below like fragments of hope scattered across the dark. For years, he had drowned himself in alcohol and anger, convincing himself that he had been betrayed by life itself. But the doctor’s words echoed in his ears like an unrelenting bell: “If they come back, do you want them to return to a wreck of a man?”

Riley dropped the newspaper he brought with him on the center table and replied, “Not okay. I am sure you haven’t seen today’s news. That’s why you are acting so calm.” “What is there in the news?” Xander asked casually as if he didn’t bother about anything. There was a faint smile on his face. Riley observed him for a while, squinting his eyes. Then he slowly revealed, “The thugs are dead inside the jail. The news said that they committed suicide. One of them has been sent to the mental asylum.” Xander raised his eyebrows and looked at Riley. A trace of amazement spread in his eyes. His lips curled up gradually with a sly smile.

THE NEXT PART OF THIS BOOK IS GRAPHIC AND TRIGGERING. It includes: -r*pe -s*icidal thoughts -self h*rm -s*icide attempts -sexual ab*se Please don't read on if any of these bother you, it will get intense and upsetting. I'm warning you now so anyone who may be triggered by these themes doesn't walk into it without knowing beforehand. Marcus pov Friday 1st November 2019 *********************************

Xander asked. She opened her phone and played the recording of the call they just had an hour ago. Just as she was caught off guard, it also caught Xander off guard leaving his eyes wide open like that of a night owl. "That was incredibly specific," Xander said slowly recovering from the shock of the conversation he just heard, the sneer in her voice and the sarcasm were all present in her voice, everyday he felt ever since her suicidal attempt she came back meaner, stronger and less readable.

For the first time, she saw the raw vulnerability in his gaze, she remained silent, allowing him to speak. Xander took a deep breath, his voice trembling as he began. "When I was young, I lost my vision for sometime, when it finally returned, I could see everything except people’s faces. The doctors said it was due to trauma, but it only caused me more pain, I was traumatized more. I became isolated, scared of people, my engagement was broken, and I became the subject of ridicule, I hated myself." His voice cracked as he continued, "I attempted suicide more times than I can count, I was alive, but I wasn’t living."

that were scrolling in the dark auditorium beyond the stage. 92% VOTE YES. 8% DEMAND 'SLOW-BURN' TRAGEDY. "The 'Reader' has spoken, Genesis," the Critic whispered, his hand white-knuckled around the boy’s wrist. "The 'Market' requires the 'Sacrifice'. If you don't click it, the 'Author' will be 'Fired', and your parents will be 'Deleted' without an epilogue."

He stepped back, admiring me spread out naked for him. “Look at you,” he said, voice low. “Championship winner tied up and leaking for his rival. You’re addicted, aren’t you, Kai?” “Fuck off,” I shot back, but my cock twitched hard against my stomach. He was right. I craved this, his control, his roughness, the way he took what he wanted. I hated how badly I needed him now. Marcus stripped slowly, his thick cock springing up, already dripping. He climbed on the bed and knelt between my spread legs. “No more pretending. Tonight I’m breeding you until you can’t think straight.”

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