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How heartless and crazy could a person be to exert such effort to mimic her mother's voice? --------------- -Flashback- Levi still can't believe that someone offered to bust him out of jail. He kept telling himself that it's a terrible idea. But every time he thinks about his life inside prison and how scary the images his mind is giving. Levi is not a violent person, but he also can hurt someone if needed. And inside prison, it's like the survival of the fittest. You need to be brutal, cunning, and ruthless. Just yesterday, he saw a guy a few inches shorter than he got beaten by a prison gang. They didn't stop until he's unconscious and bloodied.

"I was disabled from birth, but my parents still loved me and took great care of me. And one day, they died while protecting me from a man who broke into my house. I was sent to my grandmother's house to live with her but..she, too, gave her life for me. Everyone thought I was unlucky and better off dead than to let others die for me. I remember almost getting strangled to death by my uncle because he blamed me for my grandmother's death. At her funeral, I met the director. He was a close friend of hers and he brought me to stay here." She finished her story and stared at me with a smile, "What about you?"

Jessica's P.O.V I clutched my aching belly, my steps unsteady as I walked out of the hospital. The sharp smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of everything I'd endured. Yet, the betrayal I felt cut deeper than any physical pain. Lucas stood not far away, his familiar gentle smile now belonging to someone else. Lilith’s siblings surrounded her with care and affection, their familial bond evident. They seemed like a real family, while I was just an unwanted guest on the sidelines.

reynolds Sign Out Broken dreams Edit Paywalled Published in 2023-02-19 15:32:56 321Words Days passed soon , today sunitas mil was arriving home after five months , sunita was shivering from inflence and fear to fear of the stories she heard frm cousin in laws . But she was sure that she will not get affected by those scarry stories and will put into all her efforts to win her mils heart.

Her heart dropped. Dave. Morgan. Ben. Sandra. All four were staring directly at them. Her throat dried up. Maybe she could still escape. “See you guys later, I need to use the library. Bye!!” She grabbed her milkshake and bolted. ********* She turned the corner sharply—and collided with someone. Andy. Her breath caught. He looked different. His lips were busted, and one cheek was swollen. But what unsettled her the most was his eyes. Hollow. Sad.

In fact, everything I am giving him will never comapre to the pain he subjected me to. This man broke me. In his hands, I was Battered and Broken Yet I remained Invincible. This idiot and left me for dead but I somehow survived. I believe my survival was for a reason and this reason was for me to live to get rid of scum like Connor from this universe. I start cutting him slowly, his blood spattering in every direction. Without any limbs, he cannot flail around. He is as quiet as a sheep on the alter. I watch with satisfaction as his life force slowly leaves him.

I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and looked at my reflection. Puffy eyes. Pale skin. My lips were cracked and dry. I looked like someone who’d been run over by life and then reversed on for good measure. I didn’t bother with makeup. No point pretending I had it together. Downstairs, the house felt like a shell. My house. The one Damian and I bought after everything I’ve been through. And now here I was, being broken all over again. I made coffee, not because I wanted it, but because it was routine. I needed something normal this morning. Something to hold on to. I didn’t even drink it. Just held the mug, letting the heat seep into my fingers.

"Because Griff was still a child himself. A broken, angry, traumatized child who had lost everything and needed someone to blame." Grace's voice grew softer, more reflective. "But here's the thing about Williams...even as a little boy, he was incredibly resilient. Instead of being crushed by Griff's hatred, he seemed to see through it to the pain underneath. He kept trying to connect with his big brother, kept believing that somewhere inside the angry teenager was the family he desperately needed." "He tried to build a relationship with Griff?" "For years. Even when Griff was cruel to him, even when he was rejected and pushed away, Williams never gave up on his brother. He would leave little

My heart skipped painfully, like it was waiting for an announcement that could either destroy or save me. I looked toward the door, waiting and praying. Maybe Rolex would burst in with guns blazing, taking everyone down to reach me. Maybe he’d prove me wrong. But no one came. No Rolex. My heart broke into more pieces than I thought possible. I’d felt pain before, rejections from Maxello, betrayal from others but this… this was worse. Because I had given Rolex a part of me I’d never given anyone else. The rope creaked louder. My wrists burned as it began to snap. I gasped as the tension tightened painfully against my skin.

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