The Virgins Suicide Book Novels & Stories

But that was an issue Lazarus would deal with when the time comes. “So are we gonna read it or just stare at it for the rest of our lives?” Nigel asked, and Lazarus finally blinked and moved his neck so he could look at his comrades. “It's not that simple. Only someone who's pure can open the book,” he mentioned, finally being able to process the situation. If only they knew how dangerous having this book was. “Problem solved. Miranda is a virgin,” Velma stated. “Right,” Nigel smirked. “Yeah, yeah, true,” Roger and Clarke said in unison.

"Charlotte, there´s something I want to ask you, and I promise, that no matter what your answer, I will not be angry with you, nor will I think less of you. But, I do want to ask this." "Master?" "I´ve been reading the reports on those ´scandals´ about the home..." I freeze in his arms. "... That day, when you and I first met, when I bought you, were you really a virgin?" And the tension drains from me... I twist in his arms to face him. "Yes Master, I was. You were my first, truly." His face floods with relief, but also, puzzlement. "But... how? I´ve read those reports."

Right towards his and my father’s gym. “You’re going the wrong way.” “You want to act like a slut, then I’ll treat you like one.” “I’m not a slut.” I mutter under my breath. I’d never been with anyone. He scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me.” “I’m a virgin. How can I be a slut when I’ve never been fucked by a man. That’s why I came to you a few days ago. I want it to be you. It has to be you.” Vance swerves to the side of the road and slams on the brakes. “Repeat the part where you say you’re a virgin. I must be hearing things.”

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, businesses, and incidents are either product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. WARNING: This contains violence, depression, suicide, and self harm. If ever you're reading this, take this as a sign to give yourself a chance to see the bright side of the world :) PROLOGUE "FLORENCEEEEE!" I stepped on the gas even harder hearing Eula's scream.

"Tell me what you really think about the Cruz boy." Alejandro sat in the dim light of the Vargas Grand Casino executive suite, his eyes fixed on the digital dossier of Sofia Ramirez. She was twenty-two when the desert claimed her. A overdose, the report said. Tragic. Common. But the deeper he dug into the data, the more the narrative fractured. Sofia had been a ghost in the system, a foster kid with no paper trail until she hit the city—and she had listed Victor Cruz as her sole emergency contact.

I mentioned this to Suzy. "What's the problem?" she asked with a suspicious look on her face. "Don't tell me you're not clean. You will always use condoms of course. There's no negotiating out of that. If I find out from a patron that you're willing to fuck without a condom I will drop you." "That's not it," I sighed. "In fact, you're not going to get anyone cleaner than me. I'm a virgin." "No shit!" Suzy looked surprised. "That's a first for me. I was sure you'd fucked around seeing how you tease all the guests at the club."

“This is a bad idea, Elara. For heaven’s sake, we’re virgins.” We grabbed seats at the counter. “Three vodka ala Mello, please,” I told the bartender. Then I turned to Callie with a smirk. “Virgins? Who are you kidding?” Vivi lost her virginity at eighteen to some guy she met at a bar in Brisbane. She’s never shared the full story though, just bits and pieces. Callie’s no virgin either, she gave it up to her cousin’s best friend on her mom’s side. “ The guy who disvirgined you, What was his name again?”

She certainly never inquired about my boring dating history. Now, though, intimately on top of each other, I wondered if this was something my step sister had shared with someone else. We say 'virginity' like it's a singular thing and I suppose it can be. But there are all sorts of 'virginities' if you think about it an endless number of intimate acts we can experience for the first time. I couldn't help but wonder if my step sister was sharing one of those with me at that very moment. The same way I was giving my own to her. "You can press," Zara said, "I'm ready."

Fernando returned to Helen’s house. He would live there now. She helped him prepare for his mother’s funeral. News of Cristine’s death spread faster than wildfire. Everyone was talking about her shocking suicide. Even someone with unresolved business with Fernando heard the news. Virginia, who had fled from the authorities, had changed her appearance to avoid capture. She was now allied with Jean. With the downfall of Donovan & Associates, Jean had no choice but to cling to her failing small business.

"Next time, I'm telling the salesgirl you cry during p**n." She glared at me, eyes bright with shame and something else I didn't want to name. Said nothing. Just walked faster, head down. I laughed under my breath. We moved in silence for a bit until I couldn't help it. "Explain something to me. How does a virgin know this much dirty shit? Learn it in convent?" "What if I said yes?" I stopped mid-step. "You're kidding." "There was this forbidden book. Circulated among the novices. Sister Julia brought it in, hid it under her mattress." She said it like it was normal. "A... spicy romance."