Trigger Warning For A Little Life Novels & Stories

— Trigger Warning ‼️ Please bear with my grammars, I'm not fluent in English. Hope you forgive me. 🙏

My vision blurred with tears, as I laughed glancing between her and Evan while clutching my stomach. "You want live?" I asked Melanie still gulping for air trying to stop laughing. "You want me to let you live? Like you let me... Live." Melanie shook her head, eyes begging for mercy she would not find. "Ple-please." She whispered barely audible if not for my newly improved hearing. Evan mouth twisted into a cruel smirk as he watched on in silence. "Okay." Leaning forward the laughter finally dying in my belly. "I'll let you live, if you kill your father!"

My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away. "Wait, nothing was resolved!" I cry out. "The wolf one is waking you up." he replies, giving me a little wave.

questions fly around my battered brain. “Ayla, today is our birthday. I have silently watched through your eyes our whole life, never being able to speak until now. When Michael found you, they didn’t know how old we were. They had to estimate. They did a good job only being seven days out”. Bria softly explains. Slowly I pull myself up, but this time on all four feet. “I’m a wolf,” I thought; joy spreads through me like wildfire. I can’t wait to get to know this part of me.

Though the tank was dry, it bristled with sharp scrap metal. Callum cowered behind Sienna, clutching a fruit knife. He was trembling, but his eyes burned with venom. "Violet! You finally came!" Seeing me, Sienna let out a crazed laugh. "You thought you could see through those pop-up messages, didn't you? You thought you'd already won? Let's see who can save you this time!" Before I died in my previous life, she told me it was a brainwave interference technology she developed. It was to be used with AR glasses. It was designed specifically to manipulate people like me who had just returned to wealthy families and were emotionally vulnerable.

Lucien leaned forward. “Oh, I like the sound of that.” Marcus grinned. “Your father left traps.” Aurora looked between them. “What kind of traps?” Victor answered calmly. “The kind that makes hunters regret getting too close.” Aurora studied the screen again. Another command appeared beneath the message. ACTIVATE RESPONSE PROTOCOL Aurora hesitated. Rafael noticed immediately. “You’re not sure.” Aurora exhaled slowly. “If I activate it, what happens?” Marcus shrugged.

The liquid inside glowed faintly with soft silver light, like moonlight trapped beneath glass. The Life Stream. Even holding it made the air feel lighter. Cleaner. Alive. The System interface flickered softly before my eyes. > [ITEM ACQUIRED: LIFE STREAM WATER] [WARNING: DIVINE-GRADE PURIFICATION MAY CAUSE PHYSICAL SHOCK.] I uncapped the vial carefully. “System,” I whispered. “Initiate Internal Purge.” The water touched my father’s lips. Instantly, light exploded beneath his skin. Not bright enough to blind.

As if, all of a sudden, they just realised how much danger I was in, everyone in the room began to reprimand, warn and threaten Stephen and his mother all at once. "What has gotten into you biggie?" Amaka whimpered fearfully. "Stephen! You're going to stop this right now, or else–" Trigger began, but was cut short by the raving teenager. "Else what?! I am done listening to your bull crap, Trigger. This sick bitch–" "I am warning you for the last time, kiddo, get your weapon away from my woman." Mike's cold warning did not deter my nephew in any way. If anything, it only seemed to increase the adrenaline rush to end my life.

Theo was on the phone, speaking in a voice filled with concern. "Don't worry, son. Just rest and recover overseas. I've already spread the news about Hank kidnapping you. Your mom and I have everything ready. We'll feed it to him once he wakes up." The fear that I'd been reining in crashed into me like a tsunami. I knew the bottle of pesticide before me better than anything else. They were going to feed me the same thing that had killed me in my last life.

POV: Mia I never imagined that my last day there would bring the worst moment of my life. That afternoon, I was feeling drained and decided to take a nap. All of a sudden, I started having trouble breathing. Someone had left my bedroom window wide open. A gust of wind carried in a storm of pollen. My breathing grew more labored by the second. I slipped off the bed and collapsed onto the floor, but my survival instinct pushed me to crawl toward the nightstand where I kept my allergy meds.