Novel & Cerita The Wretched

I couldn't be behaving this weally ,I had so many things to do and not behaving like some piece of shit . The room that was giving to me wad nice and comfortable and I wondered why he had to make me feel this okay if he knew that he was going to make my life a living hell ,there was just no need of them sounds this but who wad I to question the aloga ,I couod never do something as stupid as that and definition not now that I had lost all of my powers I had never felt so worthless like I was feeling at this moment . the thought of not having my oowres was just so devastating and hetr I was trying to mingle into my misrable life ,I was one hell of a mess.

I obeyed, humiliated tears mixing with the drool running down my chin. They degraded me nonstop with words that burned deeper than the physical roughness. “Worthless basement cumdump.” “Free-use cousin pussy.” “Grandma’s little secret whore getting passed around like a party favor.” Each insult made my body react, clenching tighter around them despite the shame flooding my mind.

Valery adored spending time in the Market Streets of Vinora. The Market Streets of Vinora were a series of streets in the capital city of Vesperia that were lined with both stores and small stalls selling products that ranged from the most basic bottle of water to the most obscure ancient tomes on demonic beasts and enchantments. It was still early, so while there were still people walking around, most of the people were street vendors and store owners who had just opened their doors. It was later in the day that the streets truly came alive, when the street performers, musicians and artists would set up and share their talents openly, garnering the attention and patronage of market-goers an

Why does life suck? Life is wretched. And I hate it so much. All I want is to have a simple and happy life. But to my jinx, what happened was the opposite. I want to smile, laugh, show everyone my greatest beam, but I just can't. I'm suffering. Every time, everywhere. I have no companion but only my family. How I wish they would not leave me. I don't understand why people loathe me so much. I only know that I am what I am. I know to myself what myself is. I only know myself and not them.

I Have worked for him all my life like I was so jobless to do so, he locked me here all my life and away from everyone. He promised them that he would bring my family to me but he never did or cared about them. He destroyed everything I had and just in days, they crumbled before me. He didn’t have any right to assume the throne because he didn’t deserve it. He was a killer, a liar, and a foolish traitor. My people, my blood, and my houses and home all went down because of his greed. Then they say witches and wizards are wicked and sneaky and yet no Werewolves are the worst set of creatures. They were heartless and they barely cared if their actions cost others.

“Honestly, girl, were you dunked in a curse or did you just bathe in failure and call it perfume?” “EXCUSE ME?!” From behind, the potato chimed in, deep and gravelly like some disapproving old uncle: “You haven’t washed your socks in three days. We can smell it through the soil.” “Okay, first of all—rude.” Then came the cucumbers. Synchronized sass. They literally swayed with each sentence. “Exiled…” “Unloved…” “Unmated…” “Unbathed…” “Okay, I get it!” I snapped. “I'm cursed, rogue, and a social disaster! But guess what? I'm still alive, so—ha!”

his eyes looked confused but little did he knew about my mental stability. "Yes I am disgusting!! I am a whore!! I am a gold digger!! A fuc**** bitch!! A bad omen....I am so bad that I don't even deserve a single moment of happiness!! I deserve to die the second my parents discarded me!! The second I was left in a dumpster to die!! I deserve every damn bit of it......I was crazy to think that a rag like me could live with someone like you...I deserved to be in dump...because that's what I am...I am rubbish....a mistake that God created...but don't worry ...you will not have to see this ugly face again. You will no longer have to touch my disgusting body...you will no longer have to look into

It makes my blood boil. I shake off the thought and head to the shower, washing away the sweat from my workout. By the time I step out, the anticipation of what’s waiting in the chamber has me gripping the sink, trying to steady my breath. I make my way to the cell, the familiar scent of blood and sweat thick in the air. The dim lights cast eerie shadows on the cold walls as my men bow their heads in silent respect when I walk past them. The heavy metal door creaks open, revealing the traitor—a man shackled to a chair, his body battered and broken. Blood stains his clothes and the stench of urine clings to the air. He doesn’t bother to lift his head as I step inside.

Everything was ruined because of that despicable bastard Victor Anderson. Her mother continued crying for what felt like an eternity, her frail body shaking with the force of her grief, and the room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence except for the muffled, heartbreaking sounds of an old lady sobbing. She was lamenting over her fallen daughter—this once-good girl who had cheated on her husband despite having the kind of life everyone dreamed of when they were young: wealth, security, a family. To mother Gloria had become a complete ungrateful whore, squandering every blessing.

I winced in pain, struggling to break free, but his hold only grew stronger. "Until we graduate, don't tell anyone we're fated mates!" he hissed. "You're too lowly, and you'll never measure up. If you were the last option, I'd choose to remain mateless. If I were you, I'd settle for a physically challenged individual or become an organ donor for sick wolves. Understand this: your existence is a waste. You're not worthy to live." A sob escaped my lips as his cruel words pierced my heart. I continued to struggle, but the sound of approaching footsteps filled me with dread.