The Afflicted Real Story Novels & Stories

"No Aarya I don't deserve a second chance. You were right. All this was a mistake. I didnt even care that you could have been pregnant. Why didnt you tell me earlier? Why did you suffer all alone?" "You were already engaged by then Ishaan. What was the point? It was all over with my miscarriage. I didn't want you to undergo remorse like me." "Still you should have told me Aarya. I deserved to know it." "Would it change anything? " He got up from the sofa and paced in the room. She had never seen him this upset. "I know I don't deserve it but I am sorry for everything Aarya. I am sorry for trying to force myself on you. I am truly a monster!"

“Just run from the truth, Matthew. You always have.” I felt Matthew tense beside me, his muscles coiling as if ready to charge back at his brother. But I held on tightly to his arm, keeping him grounded. “Let’s just go, please,” I whispered, practically begging him. Matthew clenched his fists, but after a long moment, he nodded. “Fine,” he muttered under his breath. “Let’s get out of here.” . . . The week flew by, and soon enough, Madam was being discharged from the hospital. Of course, the whole family wanted to celebrate her return, so a welcome-back party was planned.

“Jessica, for once, you know I never blamed you for the loss of that child, but even once” “You know you don’t have to say it Jim, oh hell, your actions said a lot of things that day, I remember it, it’s as clear as day to me….. the accident changed my life. And I know you blame me for leaving the house that day. You blame me for not taking good care of my, our unborn child, you’ve always blamed me Jim and that was unfair, it has always been an unfair thing to do to me. So why did you do that to me then? Jim why?” Jessica yells, all her comportment going into the drain “I’m sorry I made you feel that way” Jim’s words come out, and it surprises me, it surprises me how much Jim has changed af

The rest of them were their mother and mine was my mom. Yes, we were half-siblings. The same father and different mothers. They said my dad had an affair. They also said that my mother seduced my father. They called her a whore and every other name of a prostitute. I wouldn't believe any of them, though. I believed everything were all lies, lies they had convinced themselves to believe. I couldn't believe anything that my family said. Every word their lips spoke were lies to me. From the moment they began to treat me like trash, all they said to my ears were nothing but lies.

"And what's your connection to Pauline?" Jessica pressed. "Why does she label you her fiancé? Answer me!" Her accusations dripped with grievance and betrayal, as if she were the innocent victim ensnared and wounded. Only a heartless person like her could conveniently forget her own protracted ruse of feigned paralysis. I was disgusted with Jessica's duplicity. The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity.

The online backlash was intense, with tens of thousands of comments pushing the story onto the trending topics. When I read the articles, my whole body shook with rage. So that was what happened. My poor Aiden. How much pain he must have been in. He had to make two trips to get the medicine, and that was when he ran into that deranged person. Logan really deserved to die!

Everyone had given her opportunities, but she never cherished any of them. A patient uploaded the footage of the incident online, and it instantly caused an uproar. "What a terrifying person! Is she some kind of psychopath?" "One had cancer, and the other was a homewrecker. What goes around comes around." "I was there at the scene. It was horrifying… But that guy had such a foul mouth. He brought it on himself." The negative public opinion toward this incident caused the hospital's reputation to suffer as a result. So, I had no choice but to hold a livestream and briefly explain the entire sequence of events.

"I told her the truth of what it was. That it had happened. That I could not tell her it meant nothing. That I was sorry." "She cried." He closed his eyes briefly. "I know." "She came to me," Zara said. "She came to my room and I held her while she cried about you. While she cried about the someone. And I am the someone and she does not know that." He looked at her. The full weight of that in his face. He did not look away from it. "I know," he said. "That is the worst part," Zara said. Not angry. Precise. "Not what we did. Not even the telling. The worst part is that she came to me for comfort and I gave it to her and I am the reason she needed it."

So the medic alpha doesn’t have to stress himself, he can just focus on the patient. It took me five minutes but I figured it out. The man was refusing to tell us the real truth but I could see it. “You got an infection, that’s what shattered your hips. It’s common in zeta wolves over sixty who have sex with infected omegas.” the man stared at me in shock. “No, I fell.... I-” he looked at his wife, an older woman who was glaring daggers at me. “Are you insinuating that I gave my husband this infection?”

"Do you know what? Mateo won the game even though he wasn't good at playing, and his leg was injured at the time. Do you know why?" Cheryl shook her head, "Because he wanted to win Veronica?" "No," Rafael shook his head this time, "because he is an Alejandro. He doesn't want to be defeated by anyone. He also doesn't want to show his weaknesses to anyone. So..." He let his sentence hang. "So?" Cheryl repeated. "Do you want to swim with me? Do you want to try facing your weaknesses? Mysophobia and everything that scares you?" "Hey," Cheryl rose from her sitting position, "I've recovered from mysophobia. The effects still occur, but it's not as bad as before. I'm better now. I’m free from that