The Wretched Novels & Stories

But we might as well have. Sirens wailed in the distance. The vineyard filled with light. And somewhere beneath the noise, beneath the blood and the ruin, something irreversible settled into place. The night Julian Blackwood died, the war was already waiting.

Fuck it here's goes nothing. I AM A WEREWOLF!!!

Helena cursed. "We were so close at finally punishing that bastard Xavier. I would've killed him if he agreed to take the punished. Cursed those stupid rules, him still being alive shows us how weak we are. We now have two abomination walking free among our midst." Cortez slammed his hand smashing the table into two.

I have stolen a close friend's husband whom trusted me for years, stolen an innocent man's properties to which resulted for him to commit suicide, forged number of cheques and made an ordinary salary man pay for my crimes with lifetime imprisonment, fatally ruined an innocent woman's reputation after she woke up in another man's bed on the very day of her wedding, and secretly stolen a noble family's child and faked her death and all because inflicting pain and suffering brought me unimaginable satisfaction. The truth flowed freely, drowning me into its volume until my chest grew tight and I couldn't breath. Wicked. Immoral. Corrupt. Sinful. Despicable. Villainous. Hateful. Those vile words

Organs that once thrived are now a toxic wasteland, struggling to endure, gasping for a breath of life that they can no longer obtain. His external wounds tell a ghastly tale, oozing with thick, viscous pus, the kind that festers in the depths of decay. All around him, the air is heavy with a stench of rot, a grotesque reminder of mortality that would haunt anyone who dared to look upon him. This isn't mere injury; it's a hideous rendering of human suffering - a visceral reminder that hell exists within this world.

"Stupid being, I regret the day I gave birth to you, you are such a waste! I thought I gave birth to a child like everyone else would, I never knew I birthed a disgrace, a waste, a nonentity. I suffered, wore tattered clothes, slept hungry and had to do menial jobs only on a wasted investment I call a son. His usual custom is to tie wrapper, eat my food and sit idle all day and cause reckless havocs in people’s lives .AKOSIBERO!! (This is a Yoruba word that means a person who puts other people in trouble). You deserve to be called a just-came-to-earth individual. You’ve got no good history; neither does it seems like you have a future, charlatan!" These words from mama hit me hard. My saliva

Prompted by Scarlett’s poisoned words, the crowd began to snarl. “I smelled something rotten months ago. Those old High Alphas were far too protective of a mute defect for it to be 'charity'.” “Don’t blame the elders—they are fading. It is all on her. Shameless. Despicable. A tick on the hide of the Ridge!”

His bedroom door clicked shut again. The second the door closed, Ethan let out a low growl and thrust up hard into her. “Fuck, that was close,” he muttered. He started fucking her for real now — deep, steady strokes that made the couch creak louder than before. Lila had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from moaning out loud. Her whole body shook with every thrust. The risk made everything feel ten times hotter. Her pussy was soaked, making wet, dirty sounds every time she slid up and down his thick shaft.

The woman voiced out. Munawarrah sighed, "I've been addressed worst, slut, manipulative, cheap whore, husband snatcher... May I go on?" "You really are shameless" Amal said staring viciously at Muna. "I would've offered you something to drink but, seeing as you didn't have the simple courtesy to act classy, why then should I treat you like someone with class?" "Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position."

However, the urge to avenge the humiliation and embarrassment was high on his nerves. "Salvation." He chuckled. "Whores don't get any salvation. Heck I doubt if born sluts like you even know the meaning of faith." His words successfully broke her last rays of hope, leaving enough pain for her soul to whither till eternity. Her wrists were roughly bound, followed by sounds of clothe tearing. Hazel didn't open her eyes. Her mind went numb, refusing to receive heartbreaking message from her body, that was testifying the endless torture it was undergoing. Why? For sin she didn't commit.