비극 Novels & Stories

Brax was right; I needed to stop playing these games with him, let him move on with his life, and find the happiness he deserves. Brax's face twisted in pain at my dismissal, a fleeting glimpse of a lost boy amidst a man's conflict. "Get the fuck out," he growled, his voice harsh, hiding a soft plea. I stood, fighting to stay composed, my heart breaking with each step toward the door. "I knew you weren't man enough," I whispered as I unlocked it, the finality of my words echoing between us. With every turn of the knob, I felt parts of me slip away. I rushed out, fearing my resolve would crack under his presence.

Argh .... Andien punched the metal guardrail as she shouted angrily. "I hate you, Kenan. I hate you!" Andien screamed again while the sea water began to wet parts of her body as she chose to sit on the bridge that people said was called the bridge of love. It had only been 12 hours since Andien had received Kenan's sacred vows but Andien felt that she was already a widow. Andien tried to hold back her sobs as the tears continued to flow.

Or worse. *****

Not enough. My mind yelled in disgust as my aching arm slowly moved up and I wiped his poisonous saliva from my face. “I’m not the one to get if you wanted to get back at Nathan.” My mind drifted back to the party. My throat burned with oncoming tears as I replayed the event yet again. “He hates me.” Nathan told me nobody got killed that day. Dimitri closed in again and opened his mouth as if to say something, anger shining in his eyes. His wretched breath was stinging my eyes, so I closed them in protest.

When it does, the notification that pops up on the screen has me screaming on the inside. One missed call from Vincenzo. It shows, and I scream again. Not the usual scream, but the one that you make when you are suffering on the inside. The only expression that could convey its meaning is on your face. No. This has to be some nightmare or one of my weird dreams that always pop into my head out of nowhere, and today seems to be the right time. Yeah yeah, of course. It's just a dream, do not panic. Ting!

I added. She cried out, louder, “it is serious! Migaeul caught me.” She sniffed. My brows furrowed. I asked, “Who’s Miguel?" “My second boyfriend, they both broke up with me on the spot. Now I’m left with my first boyfriend, Frank… and that is so unfair,” she said. I smiled, “Oh, poor Frank…it’s okay, you can always get another boyfriend. I trust you on that,” I said as I patted her back and handed her a handkerchief from my bag.

I grasped his chin and hissed, "Death's too merciful for you, Felix. I'm going to make sure you live until you're 100 years old. You're going to watch me take away everything that you hold dear." … I didn't see Faith again after that day. Apparently, she was beaten to death after she offended another wolf during one of her manic episodes. I felt a pang of pity when I thought about their pup, so I sent him to a welfare organisation. Unfortunately, the pup's brain was damaged during his time with Faith, so his mental age would forever remain at three years old. Meanwhile, I adopted the pup with the type-O blood, dedicating all my attention to raising him. He grew up to be a brave, strong wolf.