Novel & Cerita The Wretched

A race? Win a race? I came last when I did a relay at my high school. Though I wouldn’t fault me; I was paired with turtles in a human form. “I bet a lot on this race. I still think it was stupid. But ego, frustration and desperation together can make you do stupid things. Don’t you think Jack?” I rubbed my sore wrists. “It’s James.” And yes, desperation makes people do stupid things. I was such a perfect example at the moment.

They threw him in the cellar for days. There were many rogues and wolves captured down. Crysler there made a few allies to get the information about the Alpha of this pack. He is a rogue. He killed the real Alpha of the pack. AND took the territory. Wolf Alpha. It is his title of the most powerful Alpha on the continent. The werewolf is very powerful. Many tried to fight with him and kill him, but no one has the power to defeat him. He treats the pack members so badly. Everyone hates him, but no one can do anything about the situation.

Every single detail, every purplish stamp on his skin, was recorded in razor-sharp quality. The Anatomy of Disgust "Disgusting," Madam Wijaya hissed, her voice vibrating with profound revulsion. She stepped forward, the heel of her high shoe stomping directly onto a photograph showcasing Ezra’s gasping face beneath her son's body. "Look at yourself. Do you even have a mirror in that dilapidated shack of yours? You are nothing more than a low-class whore selling your body to pay off your family's pathetic debts!" "Madam... I..." Ezra tried to find his voice, but it caught, sounding raspy and broken.

he repeated, his voice shallow, deep, dangerous. “You forget I could change my mind,” Mr. White challenged, testing him. It was like pouring water over a duck’s back Riven was not easily moved. “You know me very well, Mr. White. I don’t think twice before destroying someone completely. I make sure. You could lose everything and when I say everything, I mean every single penny. You will have nothing. You’ll end up a poor man begging on the streets with your daughters weak and ruined. I’ll make sure I send them to mental hospitals — especially the mute, cursed one,” he mocked, and Mr. White was cut short.

He just laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made my skin crawl. "Kitten, I'm anything but ugly," he purred, his grin a cruel slash across his face. "In fact, I'd say I'm quite a sight." I took a step forward, the pity in my eyes a deliberate weapon. "I honestly thought you couldn't get any worse, but you keep proving me wrong," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I have never met anyone as utterly vile as you. You deserve to rot in hell for all your sins, and I feel no shame in saying that. All my life I've never wished ill on anyone, but you...you are such a disgrace to humanity that you've made me wish for nothing but your death, or a fate far worse."

A low-life hood…I feel so useless…Misunderstood…Mirror, mirror on the wall…Who's the baddest of them all…Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world…I'm rotten to the core, core…Rotten to the core…I'm rotten to the core, core…Who could ask for more…I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door…I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the…I'm rotten to the core…Call me a schemer…Call me a freak…How can you say that…I'm just unique…“ She turned to the camera and gave it a smirk and small shoulder shrug before she went back to killing the rouges and hunters that filled the place ”What, me a traitor…Ain't got your back…Are we not friends..What's up with that…So I'm a misfit..So I'm a flirt…I broke

Crushed food containers, bent support beams, cracked glass panels, dead machines, old wires, snapped screens, broken drones, melted plastic shells, torn fabric, busted furniture, and things that had clearly once belonged to wealthy homes were thrown together without any care. Some piles were so high they looked like hills made of scrap, and between them were narrow dirt passages where a person could disappear if they took the wrong turn. The ground itself was uneven and ugly, made of hard-packed soil mixed with ash, dust, and tiny glittering shards from shattered materials. Every few steps something crunched underfoot. The air was dry, warm, and thick with the scent of rust, burnt metal, mac

He weakly reached out with his entirely shredded, actively bleeding right hand, desperately grasping the jagged edge of the tiny, broken plastic cup. He dipped the broken cup into the freezing raw sewage. He painfully dragged his completely ruined body ten agonizing feet across the sharp gravel, weakly dumping the microscopic amount of putrid sludge into the overflow drain. He crawled back. He scooped again. Hot, thick tears of absolute despair streamed down his heavily bruised face, actively mixing with the terrifying, highly toxic waste completely consuming his shattered soul.

He rushed to them " Drinking tea huh, having a blast you brunch of wicked women, I loved you all, I loved you with my heart and you broke me" As he got near and near the calm and tranquil atmosphere changed to a sinking sewer smell. He watched himself drowning in the sewer and those four ladies staring at him with disgust on their faces " What is that look huh, I should give you all that look, you abandoned me, you rejected me, you are all unworthy of me, all of you" The sewer reached his waist and continued to swallow his whole " You are all hypocrite, I don't need you all, you can die for all I care and I will kill you if you all were alive, witches"

Caden Vitaro had always been the guy who rarely show his real emotion. He had learned to wear a mask long before he became a public icon. As much as he wanted to rip out the façade he created to protect, not only himself, but his band members as well, he could not just walk away from it all. Unknowingly, he became a puppet of his own shadow. His own greed and selfishness. Maybe that was the reason why he was getting punished.