The Ultimate Punishment Novels & Stories

How do I get out of this? "Why are you here?" I repeated my question. "Well, you see, Janey, I wanted to find something incriminating against you so I could use it to punish you, and I think I found the perfect material," he said. "Wha...what did you find?" I asked nervously. He went over to my bed and shoved his hand under the pillow. Oh no, I know what he was talking about now. He took out my prized possession, the lockbox for my most innermost secrets. My freaking diary.

We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live. Our society is called the priests of Ultima. That's all we want to tell about our world... *** Let's start with me. I'm already over eighty, but I don't look older than twenty. I look like those ordinary girls who walk the streets by the hundreds. But to this I can tell you the oldest murdered phrase - do not judge a book by its cover. Take a look at my first and last name-Carolianna Epixfire. It looks like something strange, like a spell from silly newspapers.

I saw that she was still typing, but I had already hit send for my reply. To: Tasha Veda or your ex From: Tasha Veda that's why you won't pursue him again oh bitch well, you won't pursue my exes either stupid, but we are strong women here we don't need a man for pleasure ಠ_ಠ I chuckled. To: Tasha Veda my head's throbbing from this conversation, pls let's stop talking about it what matters is that I chose not to go home with him today When Tasha finished reading what I had sent, she immediately turned to me with an unpainted face. He seemed surprised, confused, and disapproving. In fact, she is grimacing.

“Our men have died because of your silence.” Turner’s eyes welled with tears. “I didn’t want this, sir. I didn’t want any of it.” Dennis took a step closer, his face inches from Turner’s. “Do you understand the gravity of your actions, Private? The lives you’ve taken, the trust you’ve shattered?” Turner nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, General. I’m so sorry.” The general straightened, his decision final. “Private Turner, you are hereby sentenced to death for your betrayal of this army and the lives you’ve taken. May your death serve as a reminder to all that treason will not be tolerated.”

Always us. THE END

Eden hissed, her face contorted into an ugly expression. I fell into silence before slowly replying, "I'm about to die soon. Why must you still come after me?" Eden replied, "Why can't you die sooner then? You're causing me to suffer so much every day!" I never thought her hatred for me had run so deep. Even now, as I was on the brink of death, she still had no intention of letting me go. I said, "You're so pitiful, Eden. Some things are just like quicksand—the harder you try to hold on, the faster they slip away. You'd rather get admitted into the mental asylum than give yourself a break?"

All the make-up cards are used up. [Let’s get a divorce.] The next second, hundreds of messages flooded my phone.

Enzo] The page slipped from my fingers and drifted onto the polished floor. He chose death as his final accounting for two lifetimes of blood debt. Fine. The grudges that spanned two lives finally came to an end, written in blood. I walked to the window. The city lights below glittered like a river of stars. "Baby, did you see that? Everyone who hurt us has paid their price. At last, I can truly move forward."

“After all that drama, they’re giving you a bouquet?” “Dr. Alcott, we’re sorry.” After they apologized, they asked excitedly, “Dr. Alcott, have you seen what’s happening online?” I shook my head. I quickly opened my phone and realized that the day Peter caused the scene had all been streamed online. In all the chaos, the person streaming forgot to turn off the live stream. Everyone saw what the two of them had really done. Skyler and Peter were facing prison time anyway. This probably would not make much difference for them.

The man’s eyes widened in horror, his voice strangled in his throat. “No… no, please!” he cried, thrashing helplessly against the chains that bound him. Liam crouched down, tilting the blade so the man could see his own terrified reflection. “You know I wish I could have mercy ,” Liam whispered coldly. “But mercy doesn’t exist in my world.” With one swift motion, the blade sliced through flesh and bone. The man’s scream was cut short as his head rolled to the floor, thudding heavily before landing sideways, his lifeless eyes still frozen in terror.