The Afflicted Real Story Novels & Stories

he said clearing his throat. "So why are you looking at me through the mirror, I can see you, you know that right?" I said raising my brows. "I'm sorry for staring Mrs Martinez" he apologized. He kept his eyes on the road this time and I tool the time to checked him out. He's very muscular and handsome. Latoya you are married remember that and you can't have an affair, your husband will kill you. He's a jealous and very ignorant Mexican so be careful what you're thinking. My inner self blurt out at me which slapped me to my senses and I stop staring. Carlos would definitely kill me if I cheat on him.

He closed his eyes when I finally opened the shirt and gasped. I knew Billie and Matius told me he was hurt, but I wasn't expecting this. His chest and stomach had turned into a maze of raised, tick scarring. "Oh, my God. What happened?" I asked while touching the scars lightly. He kept his eye closed while speaking, "Business." Looking at him like this killed me. I knew I had been hurting him, and I knew I should get off of him and make arrangements for us to speak once we were both sober.

Oh I don't know, my husband whipped me because I almost had sex with my ex who happened to be his brother? Harrison sighed, reaching for a strand of my hair, I flinched thinking he was gonna hit me but he was just gonna tuck a strand behind my ear. I prayed Leila and Daphne didn't notice that. “ It was my brother, he tried to force himself on her but when she refused he whipped her mercilessly..” his voice trembled at the end to add some sort of emotion and it seemed to work because Daphne’s fists clenched and Leila's calm demeanour vanished.

Our own invitations were due to be printed. It was Rita who stood by me. My friend. The one who held me when I thought I would break. She shared her pain too, her silent battle with infertility. She told me she felt like less of a woman in her own marriage. And then, she urged me to go out and breathe again, to dance, to feel alive… to go to that club. But instead of healing, I destroyed everything. I mistakenly slept with her husband. How do I say that to her face? What words can explain something so shameful? If I call myself a betrayal, am I wrong? I wouldn't believe me either, if I were her.

“How did I get here?” He didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at me. “Eat your food,” he said calmly, taking another sip of coffee. Something inside me snapped. I lifted my head, my voice shaking but louder this time. “I can’t eat,” I said. “My mind isn’t stable. I need to know how I ended up in your house—on your bed—naked.” Still nothing. My chest tightened, words spilling out faster now. “I remember last night. You weren’t the man I was with. You weren’t him. So how am I here this morning?” My hands trembled. “And why does my body hurt so bad? What did you do to me?”

This idiot didn't even understand what RPR meant. Sandra let out a soft laugh. "It means the report proves you were already infected before you entered the hospital. So tell me, Mr. Pickett—how exactly did I infect you with a disease you already had?" The smile on Corey's face froze instantly. In a heartbeat, public opinion reversed. Corey trembled, trying to argue, but not a single word came out. He was completely ruined. Other victims who had once been harassed or slandered by him began to come forward one after another.

But Danilo’s story was so strange, so twisted… My brother had fallen for the wrong woman. A "lady" he’d met who-knows-where, the one who had left him with those injuries. Well, it wasn’t exactly "her" who had messed him up, but rather, perhaps, her husband’s men, who, after finding out about their affair, decided to teach him a lesson. Pathetic and tragic. Fucking horrible.

I added. He shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable with the situation. Maybe he had thought I was foolish enough to believe his false repentance. “Well, you have every right to be acting this way; I really don't deserve your forgiveness,” he said, nodding as if searching for the right words. “It's just that I'm in a terrible situation. Years ago, I got involved with a woman; it was something quick like a summer fling, but she got pregnant and gave birth to my son,” he said, looking sad. “His mother recently came to me and told me that the boy is suffering from an illness; he has esophageal cancer and needs to undergo delicate treatment as quickly as possible. But this treatment is too ex

I whisper so only he can hear. And that's when I know I've forgiven him for leaving me on that table. The truth is, he never really did anything horrible to me. He might have spoken out of turn a lot and had been forceful at first but I was the one who came back. Jeremy Vongov is a deeply disturbed man but after almost a month of suffering and torture under the hands of different men, I know with all my heart that he is not the beast he claims he is. He is not evil. I've seen evil and they don't carry scars the way Jeremy does, they carry trophies and keep accolades.

Burke said, sounding so angry that I could even hear his wolf's voice. I saw the fear in Travis's eyes, as he dropped his hand down, something was off, but that was not any of my concern. "Ethan is suffering from the Affliction," I said to the councilmen, I could hear their murmurs, they were doubting me truly. "How do you know it's the Affliction? We had not heard of that illness for decades now" Another council member said, " I barely knew him. "He got it from poisoning, meaning our Alpha's life and that of all his families are in danger," I continued ignoring the earlier question because he was granted permission to speak, I peeped at Burke, he was staring at me with pride.