The Afflicted Real Story Novels & Stories

For five years, I had told myself, over and over, that maybe he really was the love destined for me. Now he had destroyed everything I had for Vivian. He’d nearly killed me. The confinement punishment of the Ashford family was extremely harsh. For three full days, I was given nothing to eat or drink, thrown into a windowless room like a piece of trash. My wounds became infected and festered. My fever raged until my skin was scalding to the touch, yet no one came. I thought I would die there. On the fourth day, the door finally opened.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

There was no way I had forced anything. And since Jean was over eighteen, they released me without charges. I spent the next several days at home, hollow and defeated. I couldn't shake the shame. I didn't even want to look for work. It felt like my life was over. My hair grew past my ears. A scruffy beard covered my jaw. I didn't bother to shave. Day after day, I drifted. Then, on an ordinary, miserable afternoon, my doorbell rang. It had been silent for so long.

“I have done many terrible things in my life. Atrocities that I thought I could bury forever. But now they are coming back to haunt me in the worst possible way.” The nurse stayed quiet, giving me space. “Years ago, when my son was still very young, I had an affair with a married woman,” I confessed. “We were both trapped in unhappy marriages. It started as something casual… just two people seeking comfort. But one day she came to my office in tears and told me she was pregnant. With twins. And she was certain they were mine.”

My voice caught, terror overriding my anger. She turned to leave, perfectly poised. "I’ve forgiven you, sis." She smiled at the officers as they walked in, playing the wounded angel until the very last second. I watched her go, my heart fracturing into pieces. The truth was worse than the lie; I hadn't just been a victim—I had been a puppet, and she had pulled my strings for every second of my misery. **** Two days later, I was released. I hadn't walked far from the station when a group of men in black suits attacked me. They beat me relentlessly. True to her word, Alina had sent them.

A life full of danger and pain, I thought of all the torture that seemed to have in this wall. That was why Alfred had said that he took matters into his own hands. He did because he wouldn't be reprimanded for it. He wasn't the kind that gives accountability to the higher authorities or even the law. Growing up these stories that were fleshed out of the imaginations of brilliant souls were condemned and considered profane. There was nothing normal about any of this. With the new realization, my eyes opened to a lot of things and it was starting to be clear. Were these descendants of the devil himself or were they created by God…or who the fuck did they even believe in that might give answe

I had to convince him to tell me the truth. "I know how you feel. As a husband you must be devastated, having to witness such a thing, you're heart and soul would've felt like being torn apart. I understand that, you must hate Kaif with everything in you.....but trust me Mr Ahuja.... he's suffering too. For the past 6 years and even now he has been suffering. He hates himself and everyone hates him. He's been lonely and regretful for all these years and as his wife I really can't see him like that anymore. He has suffered enough Mr Ahuja.... please I need to know the truth. I need to pull my husband out of his misery.... because, somehow I feel like the truth is not what the people know. The