Withered Chica Novels & Stories

With altitude sickness and a raging fever on top of it, there was a real chance she could freeze to death out here. A few of us worked together to carry her into the clinic. After being feverish for so long, she had already begun hallucinating. Tasha murmured ceaselessly under her breath. "Dr. Miller, what is she saying?" Sandra asked. I was just about to get the medicine when Tasha suddenly grabbed my hand, her grip so firm that her knuckles turned white. "Keegan, I was wrong. Don't leave me." I lowered my gaze and saw the fresh scar on her wrist. It was deeper than the one before.

a voice said from behind us . Lady 2 : She is that widow whose husband died a few years ago , can't she find someone of her age and leave the dude to us . Chiko : If you don't have anything to say shut those stinky mouths of yours .Why would l be with someone like you two nxaa , I don't date ugly whores . What if she is a widow ? It's her that I want not little bit*es like you .Why am l even wasting my time talking with fools , honey let's go .

The despair she felt that day was still vividly in her memory, as was the disappointed look in her teammates' eyes. Ivy quietly looked at Jason. His expression was calm as usual, but his eyes were filled with pain and struggle. In the end, he let her go.

Aunt Linda pushed forward, unlocked her phone, and brought up the trending news: [Rapist Dies in Court], holding it up to Mom. “Rebecca, isn’t this exactly what you wanted? You wanted to know what happened? Look carefully at this news, and see who the person named is! “And look at this cremation report—whose name is on it? How dare you blame Charlotte? How dare you shift the blame onto her? “Do you even have a shred of shame? Look at these facts—the real culprit is clear!” … Mom took the phone, read everything carefully, and sank into a deathly silence, crying uncontrollably.

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've al

“Ms. Chia is dead.” I froze. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Chia is dead. What the fuck!

The woman walked to the group and, with a big smile, injected herself. “Hello, I am Chichie. I will be interviewing you during the season.” “Nice to meet you,” Adrea said with a gracious smile. Chichie looked at Moreau and grinned at him. “Didn’t we already cover your interview?” “She’s on my team,” he said, nodding at Adrea. “You know how our team moves. Joined at the hip.” Chichie looked around and then raised a brow at Moreau. “I see Lady Viper has surgically divorced you from her hip.”

“Oh, honey. We are hell. Vivian and Tasha forgot me here, left my innocent self to suffer here, they didn't care about me anymore. “Wait are you Kachi” Liam asked. She leaned in. “Yes. I'm guessing you've heard a lot about me, but I don't care what you say, those bitches left me to die and well this is just the beginning.” “Kachi wait, they love you, it's not their fault.”Liam said through the pain he felt in his body. “I don't care.” Kachi said then turned and walked out. The door slammed shut. The lock clicked.

You can't give up, even if you die. "I really don't want to die," Flora said. "I don't want to die." As Madam Zilla began to wipe away her tears, she responded by saying, "Then stop being weak and prove to everyone that you are not weak." Regarding Charlotte, do you have any interest in knowing what exactly they did to her body? It was her question. "Yes," Marissa confirmed with a nod. "She was burned." It was reported by Madam Zilla that Flora let out a gasp.

Her delicate hands trembled as they reached out, an image that evoked a sense of vulnerability, like a fragile aged grandmother in need of care. The water was consumed with a measured slowness, each sip reminiscent of the pace at which wisdom is savored. Guila’s actions were deliberate, as if she were drawing strength from each drop, revitalizing herself sip by sip. Her determination to rehydrate despite her weakened state spoke volumes about her resilience. The momentary pause after her thirst was quenched allowed her to gather herself, her gaze shifting towards the still form of Bianca. “Where is… where is Bianca?” she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and concern.