The Sacrifice Novel Novels & Stories

“He hid John. He allowed society to shame me while he protected his perfect family and precious reputation.” “And yet you exposed everything days before William’s wedding.” “William deserved the truth.” “No,” I snapped. “You wanted revenge.” That struck something. I saw it immediately in the flash of fury crossing her face. “You know nothing about sacrifice,” she said coldly. I nearly laughed bitterly. Sacrifice? This entire arrangement with Lord Rathcliffe had been sacrifice. Losing pieces of myself daily had become sacrifice. Loving William while preparing to watch him marry another woman had become sacrifice.

As an exploration geologist, I'm caught in a landslide during a mission, and one of my arms is crushed. Before we set out, our exploration team has accurately predicted the weather. There's no chance of heavy rain that day. It isn't until I overhear my wife, Diana Nelson, talking to a doctor friend that I learn the truth. "Diana, you knew Adam was going out on a mission that day, yet you spent a fortune on creating cloud seeding just to get him injured and eventually cost him an arm. You really went too far for Flynn." Diana frowns. "Who told him to care so much about that exploration project? The only way the project can go to Flynn is if Adam gets disabled. "Otherwise, Flynn will be s

he says, "or would it help more to just sit with someone for a minute before you have to think about it again." It is, I think, exactly the right thing to say, gentle without being intrusive, and it makes something in my chest loosen slightly for the first time since I walked out of that library. "The sacrifice isn't a thing," I say. "It's not a ring or a title or money. It has to be something that actually costs you to lose. Two pairs in this pack's whole history managed it. One offered the possibility of children they never had. The other offered a gift." I stop myself before I say more, before I say old blood, before I say my mother's name, because even exhausted, even grateful for his ge

“I’ve done nothing but destroy Lena. If my death can save you, save all of you, then it’s the least I can do.” The figure raised a hand, silencing the room. “Sacrifice is not merely about death. It is about relinquishing what is most precious. Zara, what you offer is steeped in guilt, not redemption.” The words struck Zara like a blow. She shook her head and balled her fists. "So, what do I owe you?" The figure’s gaze softened, an unsettling contrast to its earlier tone. “What do you believe is worth giving?” Zara faltered, her breath shallow as her mind wrestled with the question.

She doesn’t fucking deserve this. A shiver runs down my spine, my blood turning to ice as a terrible thought slams into me… Oh, shit… A force of light and sacrifice… What if— What if the witches were wrong? What if the light must make the sacrifice? What if it’s not my sacrifice that’s needed? What if it’s Nova’s? No. No. No. No. No fucking way. She can’t know. She can never know. Because she’d do it. Nova would die for me, just as I would for her.

Just like the previous years, he is looking forward to tonight’s sacrifice. Of course, he was not able to do anything to the first 15 sacrifices. He was still a child when they came. Some of them are still in the palace though, the others took their lives because of the desperation. Even the way they react to his sexual techniques are different. Some sacrifices give in right away, the others need a lot of time to break in. There are also those who have great technique, although he is sure that they are all virgins. There might be some secret book about techniques that the humans hold or else these virgins would not have developed the proper technique in bed. “The sacrifice has arrived,” the

Will the girl ever know how much her birth father truly loves her? Will he ever get to hold her in his arms, and have her call him 'Dada'? The answer is no. That is why it is called a price-to-pay, a sacrifice. Sacrifices aren't meant to be pleasant. [ NOVEMBER ] Ah! You all know my story already. You all know it is one of those stories where the heroine dies. Can I even call myself a heroine? If I am a heroine, then I must be a very bad one.

Eduard smirks as he continues with his final words. “And every war needs a sacrifice,” he reveals. “I…I consulted an Oracle and with a heavy heart, I have to sacrifice my most precious possession.” Possession? Venus frowns. The only thing Eduard loves is his throne and there is no way he will give it up. He holds no love for her either so she is not the sacrifice. Then what can it be? “Today, all of you will be the witnesses to my greatest sacrifice!” Eduard announces. Behind him, a few soldiers appear. They are dragging someone who has been badly hurt and nearly unconscious. For a while, the face was hidden by the soldier’s large frame and Venus was annoyed.

And a lover who is eating street foods. “Love is the most sacred feeling in this world. Sacrificing stuff for love is kind of difficult for the person. For me, I can sacrifice anything for love except for the things that will destroy me. But I will sacrifice it to the person who deserves my love. There is no assurance that I can sacrifice everything in the name of love because I need to save some for myself. It’s not hard to sacrifice for someone you love but is so hard to find someone who's Worth your sacrifice for me Love is a beautiful thing and with all great things in life come some level of sacrifice after all we have to be willing to give up if we want to receive and for me. A sacrifi

"I was just finishing the chapter where you sacrifice yourself to save the girl. It’s a very popular trope. The readers love a mother’s sacrifice." "I’m not sacrificing anything," I said, my voice dripping with venom. The purple fire was leaking out of my eyes now. "I’m here for my revenge. I’m here to kill the Author." The man finally looked up. His eyes weren't diamonds. They were mirrors. I saw myself in them a woman covered in blood and fire, holding a terrified child. "You can't kill me," the man said. He held up his pen. "If I die, the library burns. Every world, every person, every memory... it all goes dark. Is that what you want? To be the one who ends everything?"