Unblessing Novels & Stories

The more he blessed it the more slimy it got until it was dripping into the cup. "What's happening?" I asked as the gold and purple coated my fingers with a slimy and nauseating substance. "Hes blessing it which is causing it's molecules to separate. Your father really didn't teach you anything that had to do with being a god did he?" Blake asked with a raised eyebrow.

The world is falling apart and look at me, I'm lying here lazily. Today, I worked out for a while. My bruises are almost gone and it's a blessing that they hadn't left scars behind. You know, I've been thinking that there is something wrong and incomplete about that creepy community AI. What AI stands for anyway? Like when I went there, they immediately attacked me for no reason and when I gave them Rily's diary, whom they call brace for some reason, that old lady forced me to join them or else they were determined to kill me.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of my pessimism. I looked up to the sky begging God to hear my humble prayer. I hadn't prayed in a very long time and I wondered if that was my punishment. I silently asked for a chance to get out Chris's clutches. They said God loved us despite our darkest sins. I let my troubled mind dwell on God's love instead of the dark hearted 'killer' behind me. “Thought you'd get rid of me that easy, huh?” He teased, tightening his hold of me. “I'm going to show you what happens to young girls who think they can run away from me.”

Dear Lord God, I am praying for your kindness to shower on my loved ones. I may not be a perfect person. I am a sinner. But my faith in you is high enough to outnumber my wrongdoings. Please, I am asking for your power to heal Damon and Dominick. I love them, Lord God. They hold a special place in my heart. I don’t know how to live a new day without them. Please, don’t take them away from that early. There’s so much of them that still needs to be shown. They are a good person. Damon has changed, and Dominick has changed too.

"Stars burn bright but the brighter they shine the faster they burn." ~LNF ------------------------------------------------------------‐-------- It was December when his parents abandoned him in the barren forest that was heavy with snow. A kit born with cloudy blue eyes, sightless but not deaf to the abandonment of his parents. He wailed when the quiet of the forest drowned him, the cold causing him to shiver and shy away in fear of the unknown, of the cold lifeless forest, but then there was warmth.

I frowned, wanting to phrase my question differently, “Why are the people who hate me…suddenly acting as though they are on aphrodisiacs?” “Ah, good question, good, good question!” he smiled, “The Goddess gifted you with alchemy that makes those who loathe you, past a certain threshold, desire you.” “Though it is not as vague as that,” he cleared his throat then proceeded with the explanation, “The blessing only affect those who colluded to harm you and loathe you towards a certain threshold, both categories need to be met for the alchemy to take place. She believed that that was the best way to ease your burden. Unfortunately, the effects are the same for you. In just the same way they are

My boyfriend's mistress posted a pregnancy announcement with him on Instagram. They looked ridiculously happy. Then she tagged me and asked for my blessing in front of everyone. Naturally, the whole internet waited for me to tear her apart. They had every reason to expect bloodshed. I'd dragged myself out of the ruins of a crime family and fought my way to the top of Wall Street. Julian Rhodes, meanwhile, was the son of the nanny who had raised me. And Emily Nash? She was a medical intern who grew up in the slums. Soon, even underground bookies were taking bets on what I'd do. Half bet Emily wouldn't make it out alive. The rest bet Julian would die beside her. I did neither. Instead, I shock

"I break it at the same grave where I swore it. I break it in front of the same brother whose name I invoked. I break it because the family I swore to protect murdered him, and there is no vengeance left to take that would not make me the same thing as the man who ordered it." The wind moves through the olive trees. The leaves make a sound like paper being turned, and I think of Serafina in the archive room with the ledger open on her knees, translating the truth I had spent two years avoiding because I was afraid of what it would cost me to know it. "I release myself from the blood oath. I release myself from the Don's word. I release myself from the hierarchy that raised me and the throne

Her ghost is still leading my choir. "Sister Becca is gone," I whispered, my voice trembling with a maniacal edge. I moved from the edge of the barricade, my sandals clicking like a countdown on the tiles. I stopped inches from Blessing. "Becca is a Jezebel who used 'spirit' to cover her rot. You want to breathe like her? You want to follow her diaphragm into the fire?" "I only meant the music, ma—" Blessing started. SLAP!!! The sound cracked through the hall. Blessing’s head snapped to the side, her glasses dangling from one ear. The choir gasped as one.

Others may understand her far too well. This story explores complicated emotions, forbidden desires, family fractures, power imbalances, and the desperate human need to be seen. It is about the cost of silence and the courage required to reclaim your life after years of shrinking yourself for the comfort of others. At its heart, Beautifully Unfaithful asks a simple question: What happens when the person who vowed to love you stops seeing you? And what happens when someone considered to be off-limit finally does? Thank you for trusting me with Laurel's story.