The Wretched Novels & Stories

My whole being trembled violently as the pressure building within me promised to extinguish everything. Zayn Dawson What use was having a $750k yacht when it was somewhere at the bottom of the ocean? Whose bright idea was to have a 3 days boat cruise on my luxury yacht to celebrate my birthday? I tried to remember but everything was still fuzzy. The only thing that was sure to me was the shipwreck last night and how I had somehow miraculously found myself on this island. It looked deserted. Small waves washed shells and debris to the pale sand. Fuck! This was just what I needed. Another fucking disaster.

I was dirt poor, wasn't pretty, didn't have the best of physical features, I had a skin problem, and a weak immune system. I let out a bitter laugh. In fact, it was much easier to believe I was cursed rather than blessed. So why then, did these strange things keep happening to me? Hadn't I suffered enough? The wraiths told me that they were going to remain and continue to be a curse to this land, which only meant they were responsible for the sudden withering and desiccation. They said they were here for me, and I called them. I didn't know if they were telling the truth, but if they were...

He didn’t want to lick the urinals in the men’s washroom… He crawled towards Charlie and pleaded, “Please, Master Wade, I’m sorry for belittling you, please forgive me. See, my car is destroyed, please forgive me…” Charlie smiled faintly. “You seemed to like calling me ‘pathetic jerk’ just a while ago. It seems that you’re particularly interested in the words ‘pathetic jerk’, aren’t you?” “Oh, no, no!” Marcus waved his hands and shook his head frantically. “I’m the pathetic jerk! That’s me!”

Alpha Alexandro yelled, his voice… his words all spilled venom. I am an outcast, I am a cursed orphan, I am unwanted, undesirable, unlovable, I am all these and all these things is what I’ll probably ever be for the rest of my days. Everybody rejects me, no one wants anything to do with me, I am a cursed wolf and it really hurts that I cannot do anything about it.

Hiram looked at Patrice and said, “I am thinking of terminating the collaboration between the Cartwright Group and the James Group. Let’s discuss this matter later.” In Vivica’s bedroom, she was on the phone with Preston. She broke into a deep, sorrowful sob, her chest heaving with hiccups that made it impossible for her to catch her breath, and she said, “I… am… so... heartbroken. My grandfather was so cruel to me, my love. He chose a servant over his own flesh and blood. Then he told me to find my own transport to the university. I don’t know what to do, Preston?”

Worthless. The lights in the bathroom flickered steadily, its constant flashes made the occupant of the cluttered restroom sigh in frustration, his eyes blinked but remained closed. Closed to the world he wanted nothing to do with anymore. Closed to its madness and chaos. Closed to its pollution and inhumanity. Closed to his miserable existence, his run-down apartment, and his worthlessness. Hopeless.

“I had you followed up. Made sure you arrived just in time to watch your perfect little world crumble.” “You are trying so hard to look unfazed. But don’t worry—I know the cracks are there. And soon enough, they’ll split wide open. The real fun will be watching you fall apart when you are out there, spreading those pretty legs for every filthy man on the street just to put food in your mouth. It’s what you are, after all—a worthless whore.”

He lifted the improvised whip and struck her and through the excruciating pain, Weruche tried to scream through the gag on her mouth but even as the pain from the shredded cable threatened to break her, the stench of petrol suffocated her. Weruche woke the next day curled up on the floor with the stench of urine invading her nostrils. She tried to sit up but her bones felt like jelly. Reaching out her arms as she looked for something to support her weight, she felt the wetness of her trousers and understood where the smell of urine came from, she had passed out in a pool of her own urine.

I'm a were wolf, I would have sense that shit by now. I sat on the chair around the counter. I had no clue what to do. I didn't know where Scarlett was and I sure as hell didn't know where I was either. Where is this asshole? I sigh in frustration. I give up. I came off the stool and crash into a hard wall of firm and strong abs. The stranger gripped my hands, I hike up my right knee and kick him in his private, using my left leg kicking him in his chest. He fell on the ground howling in pain. I stared at the stranger on the ground. I still hadn't seen his face.

All of it had been undone in a matter of weeks. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected a man he barely recognized. Jaw unshaven. Eyes sunken. Suit wrinkled. Rage simmering beneath every breath. The whiskey bottle on the desk remained untouched. He didn’t need alcohol to fall apart, he was doing that naturally. Dante. Viola. The twins. The company. His mother’s humiliation. The headlines. Isla’s rising political glow overshadowing him like a mocking spotlight. Everything had slipped from his hands, and he was still trying to determine the moment the unraveling began.