Suicide Shop

Three days before my blood oath ceremony, someone planted a silver crucifix in the bridal shop and set it ablaze while I was inside trying on my ceremonial gown. My fiancé — Vampire Lord Damien — had the arsonist thrown into the silver prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the healing chamber, my body covered in severe burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Damien speaking with the coven's apothecary. "My Lord, we can still heal her completely with the ancient blood rites. If we wait any longer, Serena will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Vivienne to be your Consort at the blood oath ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the ceremony." "I promised Vivienne that her child would be welcomed into the coven with full honors. Only when Serena is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Vivienne's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the boy." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The blood oath ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The blood bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

“Is it because I am blind?” “Yes.” said Violet without hesitation. “It was easy to deceive you because you couldn't see.” “I guess it was.” Kian bowed his head, “I'm sorry for not realizing that sooner, but I won't let you be killed either. I gave you my word.” Violet unsheathed the saintess's sword and took three steps backwards. Kian stood there, unsure of what she was trying to do. “Your promise doesn't matter. I'd rather commit suicide than be killed by you hypocrites!” “How do you think your aunt will feel about you doing this to yourself then?” Violet paused in her steps. H-how? She couldn't even bring herself to ask anything. Using Violet's distraction, Kian grabbed her right arm and moved her away from the cliff. Then he placed a crystal in her right hand, “Go. The crystal will show you the way out ” She hesitated, “B-but—” She was interrupted by Kian's innocent peck on her lips, “I promise, you won't be hurt.” “Didn't you say that was a way of sealing promises between outsiders?” Violet's lips trembled and her hands, unevenly. Why was he acting so weird? He was blind. How could he kiss her? How could he.. She was slowly losing her mind. “Get going then. We'll definitely meet again when fate joins us together.” he smiled making 's heart beat loudly in guilt. ‘I'm sorry’ she thought as she turned to leave.

My wife, Maya Griffin, has no idea that Harry Quinlan, the infertile heir to an elite family, has just deposited his final jar of sperm cells into the sperm bank. She allows her childhood sweetheart, Elijah Cook, who's also a new intern at the sperm bank, to install a pirated copy of antivirus software into the system, which damages the freezing aspect of the bank and causes the internal temperature to rise. I use my stellar hacking skills to repair the system, thus preserving Harry's sperm. When Harry insists on holding Elijah responsible, Maya is about to defend Elijah when I stop her. "If you speak up for him now, you'll be destroying your own reputation instead. You'll also get blacklisted by all the companies." In his despair, Elijah commits suicide in the freezer. Before he dies, he leaves a video behind that accuses Maya of not saving him out of selfishness. Maya destroys the video calmly. Then, she states that Elijah has reaped what he has sown. Many years later, Maya's cybersecurity company becomes internationally renowned. She lures me into a freezer before trapping me there. Then, she watches me coldly as I beg her to release me. That's how I died with hatred in my eyes. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day when Elijah installs the pirated software he has bought online. This time, I turn off my phone and go back to bed. Without my help in this lifetime, I'd like to see how Maya and Elijah will face Harry's wrath.

“Nate, don't you dare start with that nonsense too. I told you already, I don't care about those ridiculous traditions." Marcel responded irritably as she hopped into the copilot seat of her best friend's car, anxious to get as far away as possible from her home. “Hey, I've known you since you were four, so don't try and act all brave and mature. Tell me the truth, you're afraid aren't you?” “Humph! What's there to be scared of?...” “That Mike's ghost might come back to haunt you." The boy interrupted, carelessly blurting out his analysis, adding…“I just don't get it; everyone else knows his death wasn't your fault…” “I know it wasn't!” “Then why won't you pray for his safe journey into the afterlife? What if his soul is damn to roam the earth, wreaking havoc among the living or even disrupting the balance between the two worlds?” “Ahh! Don't be childish. There is no such thing as the afterlife; parents just use these pathetic excuses to trick their children into believing that our loved ones are better off. If that was the case, why don't we all join them… oh yeah, that's right, we can't commit suicide otherwise we'll go straight to hell. Grow up Nate! The spirit dies with the body.” Follow the journey of a young woman as she tries to keep her sanity when the world around her was quickly crumbling after one faithful night of honoring the dead. Will she be able to save the life of those closest to her? or will her soul be bound to an eternity of madness?

“Nice doing business with you, you can take her” I heard my uncle whisper with a smiling face, drooling over the huge money in front of him. The strict tall looking woman in dark sunglasses, standing by the door, signaled the other two women standing outside, and they stormed into my room and dragged me away, against my will… “No! Let me go! Uncle Lucio! Do something, please! Where are they taking me now? My cry filled the whole house, but no one was there to do anything except the grin I saw on my uncle's face. They're now your new family, go with them and be a nice little girl. He said, and I watched him bang the door in my face. My name is Laura Faris and I was sold by my uncle at the age of 15 to this all-girls boarding school. Not just an ordinary high school, It was a secret school where Omega girls like me were being groomed and trained while they were sent out as sex workers while some as slaves to important people in society. I was bought by the most tyrant and ruthless man I had ever seen in my life. His name is Ricky Mart. He is the Lycan King of the Rainbow Crest Park... I became his slave, I hated him for experiencing all kinds of brutality and forced sex from him, but what I can't explain is when my burning rage of hatred for him turns into a dark night of pleasure. "Will I ever heal from it, or is SALVATION waiting for me?” NB: This story does contain intense topics of kidnapping, forced sex, rape, suicide, violence and strong language. Readers discretion is advised.

It's my first day undercover at my future husband's dessert shop, and chaos walks in with fake lashes and two-inch nails. "I want an ice cream. Heated." I paused. "Just checking... You want your ice cream hot?" She gave me a look like I'd failed kindergarten. "Yes. Hot ice cream. Are you slow?" Deep breath. Zen mode. Customer-first service smile. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Ice cream has to stay frozen, or it just turns into—well... milk. If you want something warm, we have hot tea or coffee." "I'm pregnant!" she screeched. "Pregnant women crave weird things! Plus, my doctor said I can't eat anything cold! Are you trying to kill my baby and me? Is that what this is?!" People started turning their heads. Fantastic. A whole audience. I kept my voice low. "Ma'am, I can refund you." She suddenly smacked the counter, knocking the scanner sideways. Her nails shot past my face like tiny knives. "What kind of attitude is that?! A pathetic cashier talking back to me? I'll call my husband and get you fired!" Then, she leaned in like she was about to reveal a royal bloodline. "Guess what? I'm the boss's wife." I blinked. If that was true, I really needed to stop thinking about helping my boyfriend to open 3,000 franchise stores.

"W-What do you want?" "I want to see the girl who saved me. Do you know who I am?" James sharply gazed up at Delilah's blue eyes. Delilah innocently shook her head at him. "From now on, call me, Mr. J." James Harristian, aka James Belgenza, is the mafia leader of Daga Nero, a splinter group of one of the oldest famous mafia families in Naples. Apart from his powerful ruler of the town who controlled the underground weapon industry in Europe, James was also a successful owner of a high-tech motor company. One day, James was deceived into a scam dinner by his mistress. It strived to kill him, but somehow, he escaped. Being trapped in gunshots with his enemy, a flower girl saves James' life from his shameful miserable death. Delilah is a flower girl who runs a small flower shop in an alley in Naples. She thought innocently helping James to get to the hospital without wondering who the man was. When James has another chance to breathe, he does not feel grateful to his savior unless to kidnaps her. Unfortunately, Delilah turns out to be a collateral of her father's debt, which ran off unable to pay. Therefore, he intentionally kept Delilah in his mansion and added more debts to confine her forever. What will happen when the debt is only a scheme to kill James and Delilah is a pawn? Meanwhile, James falls for Delilah, who tries hard to pay her unpaid debt.

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"

When my heart will be on fire and turn black, will you come and pour water to soothe it? Time and again I want to you, time and again I wanna destroy you, yet time and again I wanna snatch you from all and you mine... Samaira Khanna, a superstar and the daughter of the famous Khanna family that ruled the entire film Industry has her life turned upside down overnight when her father was charged with a rape allegation, unable to bear the humiliation, he commits suicide . The entire Khanna empire crumbles and is in shambles. Samaira's acting career comes to a stop when she is offered cheap sidey roles, her mother follows suit with her father and kills herself as well. Samaira is left alone to look after her little ill nephew and her brother who was beaten to pulp by loan sharks Siddharth Kapoor, A ruthless, arrogant scion of the Kapoor empire, master of destiny of Indo Asian economy, a of few words and someone who is notorious for his connections with the underworld is a to be steered clear of at any cost, yet somehow Samaira finds that her paths had crossed with him on several occasions recently. What surprised her more was the fact that everytime they met, she was in a situation where this so called ruthless appeared like an angel, as her saviour who bailed her out.. even if it was just by offering her his shoulder to lean on. That was why when he proposed her for marriage, she didn't think much about refusing, eventually marrying him out of .. at least that's what she thought ! She gave him her heart, will he be able to hold it forever?

In my past life, my sister's secret lover says he wants to see a meteor shower. So, she takes all the family bodyguards and drives out to the countryside to create a romantic night under the stars for him. But she doesn't realize that an old enemy she once ruined sees the opening. They break into our home, seeking revenge and planning to wipe out the entire family. My mother throws herself over me to protect me, taking the brunt of the attack. She's critically injured and is barely hanging on. I call my sister again and again, begging her to come home. She eventually returns with the bodyguards, but it's too late. The enemies are caught, but then news comes in from the outskirts—her lover has disappeared, leaving behind a suicide note. In it, he blames me, accusing me of deliberately luring my sister away so that he would suffer at the hands of her enemies. Ultimately, he takes his own life. My sister burns the letter without a flicker of emotion. She says, "Don’t overthink it." Later, the blame falls on her. Our father promises to hand the family business over to me. But after the celebration banquet, my sister murders me in the bedroom. She stares at me with a blank face and snarls, "Someone as cruel as you should've died long ago. It should've been you who died, and the family inheritance should've been mine!" I die with a heart full of rage and disbelief. When I open my eyes again, I hear our enemies breaking down the villa doors.