Suicide Shop Novels & Stories

The morning after moving into our penthouse, Xander walks me and Meadow to the shop. He checks to ensure that it’s safe and that no one broke into it. Well, no one but his family. They brought our things from upstairs to the penthouse. I’d consider using the space as storage, but I know Xander is serious about moving my shop closer to our building. I have mixed feelings about that. This shop is the one that my parents bought after we left Levana’s coven. But it is also the place where they were murdered, and when I think of that, I can’t leave this place quickly enough.

“You and Bernard. Discussing the plan to murder Evalina. I’ve stored it in three different places. One with Monique. One with my lawyer. And one... in a public cloud that’ll be released automatically if anything happens to me.” Shopia’s face hardened. “You’re bluffing.” Hunter stepped closer, now only inches from her. His voice trembled with restrained rage. “Try me. But if anything happens to Evalina... I’ll drag you to hell myself.” Shopia stared at him—and for the first time, her smile disappeared. Then she turned and walked toward the door. But before she reached it, she looked over her shoulder. “Evalina won’t survive if she keeps fighting. This world isn’t made for the weak, Hunter. Yo

SERRA “Last twenty-sixth day of August, Bruce Collins committed suicide. On September eighth, as Silverio University celebrates its twenty-fifth Anniversary an accident happened that involved the death of SU’s nightingale, Suzy Williams. Days later, a video turned viral online with bloody pictures of the two students. The video was ended with a bloody question ‘Who’s next?’. A week after, twenty-first of September, the famous shampoo endorser Victoria Solis was found dead in her room at SU’s dorm. Speculation circulated that the three deaths are connected. The netizen’s question is, is there a murderer inside SU’s University?”

She then smiles as she quickly walks around the end of the counter and stops by my side, placing her hand on my arm as she says, “Hold on, Your Highness. I may have what you are looking for out the back. Please follow me.” I follow her into the back of the shop and stand just inside the door as she walks over to a locked cupboard. She looks over her shoulder at me and says, “Sorry, Your Highness, but I can’t be too careful with these as you no doubt realise they are very strong. I once had someone come to me and say that their friend had tried one and it had sent him into bloodlust wanting more. I am now very careful about how and who I sell them to.”

She continued, ticking off options on her fingers like she was listing dinner specials. "We can do hanging. Suffocating. You could drown. You could throw yourself off the building. You could shoot yourself—" She paused, frowning. "No, that won’t work for suicide. We’d have to get the gun. But then again..." A slow, unsettling smile spread across her face. "I bought this gun off the street. It’s not in my name. We *could* do that. Yes, okay—we have shooting yourself. What else?" Her eyes lit up. "You know, you could slash your wrist. *Yes*," she said, clapping her hands together. "We have a winner! You’re going to slit your wrists."

Since Sophia was not going to take him to find those so-called Fowler Society members, he would have to handle the issues with the butcher shop first. "What's there to see at the butcher shop?" Upon hearing this, Sophia sighed again. But since she had already refused Liam so many times, she didn't feel right refusing him again. "Follow me." Sophia muttered under her breath and then stepped forward, walking ahead. Seeing this, Liam hurriedly followed her. After a short while, the two arrived at a street-side shop. Liam saw Sophia's butcher shop from a distance. It was a run-down shop, with traces of damage everywhere, and it was the only shop on the entire street.

Was Roger the one who killed my boyfriend and turned him into soup, while his wife remained blissfully unaware? Through the curtains, I watched as they closed the shop early. Normally, they stayed open past eleven, yet tonight the shutters came down just after dusk. Moments later, there was a knock at my door. "Who is it?" I called. "Uh… it's me," came the reply. "I'm the boss of the organ soup shop downstairs."

I dragged the girl back and shot her ears as I watched Sofia aim at the figures and began to shoot. The determination in face and the precision with which she shot each stick figure shocked the hell out of me. I'd never seen her handle a gun before, but shooting all ten stick figures with only nine bullets blew my brain. And turned me on. By the time she finished, the shop owner who'd run to go seek cover finally came out of his hiding place with terror written all over his face. "Wh... What have you done? My shop!! You've ruined everything!!!", He screamed in rage.

The shop was a sanctuary, but The Boss didn’t offer safety for free. He offered food, Shelter and Money in cash. A bed to sleep in if you didn’t mind whose bed it was. For some, it was better than the street. For others, it was an addiction worse than the drugs they’d tried to leave behind. And each night, a new name was spoken. Sometimes it was a whisper in the dark hallway. Sometimes a bark from the top of the stairs and sometimes it came through the intercom speaker like a god’s voice calling from the ceiling:

What have I missed? "Okay, well you can explain because I have no idea what you're talking about" What is it? "In Lustful Surrender, there's a shop. I also have standalone shops" His explanation not helping much, oh no I realise, okay, sex shop, what else was I expecting it is obvious if it is connected to Lustful Surrender.