Withered Chica Novels & Stories

The track went dead; her processor couldn't retrieve the file. Realizing the data branch was temporarily blocked, I terminated the extraction attempt to prevent her vitals from spiking. I redirected the conversation, allowing Chika to finalize his interaction with the asset. As he prepared to clear the room, her hand darted out, grabbing his sleeve with a sudden burst of ancient, ancestral authority.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Focus on your bowl." Caspian quietly set a cup of warm water beside her. "Do you want to take a break?" She shook her head. Her gaze dropped to the half-formed bowl in front of her. It leaned unevenly, its walls slightly warped, bearing a close resemblance to her current mood. Benjamin and Charlotte's tear-filled eyes kept surfacing in her mind, making her heart clench. "They looked thinner," she said, almost to herself. Caspian didn't answer. He simply remained by her side.

Chaira thought so, as she instinctively turned around, her legs raised as she was about to strike this man behind her in blindness as she instead used her hand to knock this guy neck off. But the same trick won't happen twice as her legs were grab and waist pulled hard. Chaira fell into a cold embrace, as if hugging a corpse that had already died for a long time. Though Chaira would prefer being dead than hugging a man instead in this life. So just as her dark eyes flashed angrily, the thorny vines that disappeared after she calmed down once again resurfaced, its pointy tip exuding thirst for violence was facing Hades' direction and about to strike Hades handsome face.

It was the only way to break the mate bond, and the only way I could finally walk away from him. … A few days later, Fiona actually came through. Although seeing Carl's signature twisted something in my chest, it also let me breathe again. I printed out the bond-breaking agreement right away. But that was just the paperwork—I still needed help from one last person. In secret, I went to Mary Connolly, a witch in the Eastlands. I offered her everything I had, begged her to break the mate bond by force, and to transfer all the pain of it onto me alone.

Carissa remarked, observing her thoughtfully. There was something different about Chaya, unlike the other concubines' daughters. She didn't have Celeste's seductive allure, Carmen's prideful strength, or Cecilia's quiet sorrow. She was just sweet. Her eyes were full of light, as if untouched by the darkness surrounding her.

AJ manages to whisper in the middle of violent coughs. “I don't know but I hope she is about to die." I whisper back. I know it is cruel of me to be happy about the possibility that she might be about to die but can you really blame me? This girl has tortured me and my friends mentally for a long time now and I think it's time for it to come to an end. Bianca desperately tries to catch her breath but fails. “What the hell is happening." She chokes inaudible words out before falling to the ground. She scratches her throat to ease the pain she is feeling.

Degree: Extreme. [Deposit: 40,000 THB credited to your account.] Chalida whimpered, her face contorting with fear and a dawning comprehension of her utter helplessness. "You're not the same. What happened to you?" "I died," Pim whispered, her voice chillingly devoid of emotion. "And I came back to collect what's mine." She leaned in again, her lips almost touching Chalida’s ear. "This building is just the beginning. I'm taking everything you hold dear. Starting with your reputation. Your mother's standing."

Ada corrected, but Chira seemed absent-minded. “So we are prisoners, will they eat us?” “No,” Chira laughed “We had a bad impression of these people. They are way timid than the people of Dota, but they don’t eat people” “So it’s true then” Ada murmured and stood up. Her legs wavered as she tried to steady her footings. She held the wall, hoping to maintain her bearing and to keep her world from rotating. The pain on her waist had surfaced, but not as sharp as the past few hours.

Her step sister is the one who intentionally did all this. Because this place was quiet and lonely, Chica began to feel drowsiness coming. She yawned several times, but strangely somehow the hormones in her body began to flare up. She felt herself shaken, she even began to feel hot in her body. Chica takes off her clothes, and somehow she plays with her own body. She could not bear the flames in her flames. Chica walked toward the door, Chica knocked on the door repeatedly hoping that Mr. Ederra would come soon.

"Quiet, you idiot! Do your loud cries possess a desire to speed up our permanent demise?" Feeling completely attacked and vulnerable, my mouth retorts with a venomous hiss, accusing his name of being totally unkind and suggesting that our dire situation might have been completely avoided if his husband had displayed more financial compassion to my face. Chika lets out a harsh, mocking scoff that bounces off the stone walls. "My frame is trapped inside this death hole solely because of your back-alley treason, Bianca. Do your brains honestly think my wolf asked for this pipeline?"