The Guilty Ones Novels & Stories

With each word Chad uttered, Timothy's face paled further. The pain he had personally experienced and had nearly shattered his sanity was now cruelly recounted through icy words. It was not a hallucination of his wolf losing control—it was real pain I had endured. "The coroner also found a miniature crystal sealed by magic in her stomach." Chad's voice trembled violently. "She swallowed it whole. She endured those inhuman tortures to protect it. The crystal contained a secret letter detailing the entire operational plan of a a group of Rogues. They are the lunatics who have been attacking our pack at the border recently, trying to assassinate you!"

Standing before my tablet, he spoke—his voice hoarse and halting. "Eli... I... I wronged you." There was a tremor in his voice. A flicker of guilt. I thought—finally. Finally, he was going to repent. Finally, he would admit what he'd done. But then he kept talking. And what he said next turned my ghost to ice. "But... but if you hadn't dragged Matthew to that crowded carnival that night... if you'd just watched him more carefully, the way a good older brother should... none of this would've happened. At the end of the day, Eli, it all still comes back to you."

"Did you hear about the girl in A2? She's had, like, four or five abortions in the last few months..." "Yeah, I think she's legit unstable. Every guy she sees, she calls him by the same name. It's seriously creepy." I followed their eyes and saw Nina lying in a hospital bed. Her hair was tangled, her eyes blank, and she just kept muttering to herself. "I'm sorry, Felix. I'm sorry. It was all my fault. I'll have your baby this time. I swear..." The girl who wanted me drowning in guilt for the rest of my life ended up trapped in her own instead.

Eli simply endured it all in silence. From the moment he entered the capital, he seemed to have accepted his identity as the "son of a disgraced criminal," never again saying things like "he's not my father". He took the insults without protest. On the day Liam was executed, he stood in the snow from dawn till dusk. A passing servant spotted him and barked at him to get back to work. He said nothing, just went quietly. Time passed quickly. Two years later, war broke out again in the north, and the army was short on men.

Veronica says and motions for her to step forward. Angelina steps to the middle of the stage but looks down nervously. Veronica walks up behind her and puts her hand on her shoulder. Angelina looks at her and smiles. Veronica nods to her and then steps back. “Joshua Gonzalez, Paul Sanchez, Jason Williams, Alan Brown, Tom Rose, and Garrett Anderson.” “Thank you both. Please read out their charges.” Veronica says with a nod to both. Jorge steps forward to begin. “Doug Rhoads. Guilty of trying to build a coup. Corruption. Coercion.

the judge said, voice firm and unyielding, “the defendants are found guilty.” Cassie exhaled a breath she felt like she’d been holding for years. Genevieve’s composure shattered. She stood abruptly, shouting, her words slurred together: accusations, denials, and fury spilling out unchecked. Court officers moved in quickly, restraining her as she screamed Nicholas’s name intensely.

He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime. “Can I trust you to keep a secret?” The First One whispered into the air. After some few seconds of deliberation, he answered the question, “I doubt it sweet heart.” Earlier that day, he had revealed a big secret to the prettiest one in the group but there was no assurance she could keep it confidential and that was why she was destined to die today. “Duty is about to call. Get ready to welcome another victim, Officer Muhammad Guni,” The First One whispered as he drove off.

Leonel Vos knew that the detective was dirty with problems and charges, that he would not summon his colleagues, but only the very men that Leonel himself trained, who controlled everything inside the shed while Leonel kept trying to finish off Gael at the point of blows and not bullets, unloading his anger on him. The situation was worse than Leonel himself imagined, but he didn't pay attention to anyone's demands, he only looked at Gael's burning eyes, struggling not to pull the trigger and leave him lifeless right there, not caring that the result of that murder would be jail, that he would not get out of it, since the guy he had under him had a kind of legislative immunity, a protection

He asked Laura nodded “You think they’ll talk?” Victor shrugged “They’ll talk or they bleed.” —————— They got into the black sleek SUV and drove in silence. The hum of the car blending with the crackle of encrypted radio channels. Outside, the city passed in flickers of shadows and neons. A playground for criminals and kings. At a warehouse in the city’s outskirts,guarded by armed men in sleeved vests and mirrored shades,they pulled up. Inside the air was thick smoke, tension and testosterone. Three men stood waiting, Each one looked like a different brand of trouble.

Split the gear among yourselves. By two in the morning, I'd already swallowed the pills and was waiting for death. It read like a textbook suicide note. The room fell into a deathly silence. Mother's legs gave way; she caught herself against the doorframe to keep from collapsing. Jamie's face drained of color. He'd been so focused on wiping the computer that he'd forgotten the in-game records. "Mrs. Woodburn," Jonathan said, his voice turning hard, "this was not an accident. This was a planned suicide. Under insurance law, suicide within two years is not covered. You may be involved in insurance fraud."