Less Than Ordinary
- MGA BUMASA 12
- Mga Boto 2
- Mga Parte 2
what gives you more pleasure Journey or Destination ......
A journey is wholesome of happiness sadness adventure and memories....
you find many ups and downs in between your journey but the desire of reaching to your destiny gives you strength so that at the end of the day when you have reached your destination you can rest in peace and can enjoy all the memories which your journey has given you.
The night was gloomy full of sorrow and I was enjoying it. I was happy because sadness is the only thing which gives me happiness... I mean other's sadness.
He was crying begging for my mercy ,blood was running from his head I could see he was getting unconscious but I wanted him to cry more I wasn't satisfied yet so I picked my knife and started pealing his hand's skin so I could hear some good music and I was right , he screamed really loud but I wanted more so I repeated my action few more times after I was satisfied I picked petrol container and pour it all over him and light the lighter .
Hello everyone this is my first book and English is not my first language.
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Things that never came out.
Today i burnt a man alive. He wasn't dead yet. I can hear him screaming in pain from behind. As the fire consumed him. And after this, I may be called as heartless and a villian. But i believe... There's only two roles a woman like me fit into... Villian or victim. And i... Refuse to remain as victim. It's my life... I'll write according to me... Even if i have to write the merciless end of culprits. "Dedicated to those who chase the truth, even when it hides in the shadows. May your journey be as unpredictable as the tale within these pages." ・Revenge ・Remorse ・Retribution ☞・Mystery・Crime ・Thrill Rose met with an accident and lost her family. The only thing now she thinks about is REVENGE. The tragedy happens to her told us about that Regret is the worst punishment that can ever happen to anyone. The path she chooses leading her towards the Fire of vengeance. Note:- the images used in this book as cover and dedication image do not belong to me. Image source is pinterest And edited from Canva.Kumpleto
Felon Identity - 1 (Available On Goodnovel)
In the dark night there is a girl who is running or we can say taking fast steps on the lonely road while tears are flowing down from her eyes . when she felt a strong kick on her stomach she stopped and started to cares her big Bloated stomach with her both hands in love showing way and a beautiful smile came on her face again. she cleaned her face with her both hands and again started to take step forward towards her destination. where she is going ? why she is in this condition ? why she is crying ? etc ..etc ... questions are running in your brain .. if you want the answers of your all the questions than join this story . warning :- this story for only those who are +18 and who love dark romance . 🔞mature content 🔞abusive language.Kumpleto
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭| 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+
**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.
What I'd do for Love
It's just another day, sunny, calm, and carefree, until one confession of love sends everything awry, and nothing is what it seems. Look from the two different viewpoints: a calm relaxed boy going slowly insane, and a shy quiet killer who will do anything for his love. Their world will never be the same again. Takes a while to get into the serious death and decay. Reader discretion is advised. Murder, death, thoughts of suicide, and abuse (I don't describe it, but I touch on it) are all in this book. If any of these trigger anything, please do not read this for the sake of your healthKumpleto
Crumbling Climax (Grey Love)
I'm a murderer! I killed my exs... Maybe love just wasn't made for me😭😔 For I loved and I lost... In fact I loved and brutally murdered the two loves of my life.. Despite my dark past and haunted memories, will I ever find real love and be happy? Or maybe history will repeat itself and this time be even more tragic? This is my story😔Kumpleto
that one SWURD
Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine. (this is my very first novel. I got my inspiration from a nail clipper)
Run
What is more horrible than the evil itself? Well the nightmares that feed into the evil, where there is no place to go, be safe or find any light at all. Where only dark and hell remain, where souls go to die.. and life is taken from you by sheer force. Who will save us all from suffering that revolves around, each and every one of us. Who will light it's way through the night, who will bring justice and avenge us all? When everything you ever known has died and all the hope we had has been lost. (This is a censored version.)Kumpleto
REVERiE - the man with whiskey
"Well, whatever you do, I'm sure it'll be great," he said, his smile lingering. "You deserve to have an amazing time." His words made me blush a little, and I was about to reply when I felt that familiar prickle on the back of my neck. I glanced toward the corner, where Mr. Whiskey Guy was sitting. Only this time, his gaze wasn't just lingering. It was burning. His eyes were locked on Mark, sharp and intense, and for the first time, I felt a real chill. There was something different about him now, something I couldn't quite name, but it sent a ripple of unease through me. I was about to look away, when he slowly shook his head at me, his eyes burning with something that looked closest to anger. It looked like a warning, and I froze, staring back at him, as he tiled his head, watching me intensely. The fuck? "You okay?" Mark asked, his voice pulling me back to the present. "Yeah," I said, forcing a smile. "Just got a little distracted." Mark nodded, his expression softening as he leaned a little closer. "Well, if you need a break or want to chat, I'm around." He reached out and lightly touched my hand, his fingers brushing mine for just a second, but it was enough to snap me out of the moment. Because across the room, I heard the sharp scrape of a chair against the floor. I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. He was now on his feet, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. His eyes, dark, angry, met mine for the briefest moment, and I swear the air in the room thickened. He didn't say a word, but it made me feel like I fucked up big time. Without a word, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him with a bang that made everyone in the bar pause for a second.
Today i burnt a man alive. He wasn't dead yet. I can hear him screaming in pain from behind. As the fire consumed him. And after this, I may be called as heartless and a villian. But i believe... There's only two roles a woman like me fit into... Villian or victim. And i... Refuse to remain as victim. It's my life... I'll write according to me... Even if i have to write the merciless end of culprits. "Dedicated to those who chase the truth, even when it hides in the shadows. May your journey be as unpredictable as the tale within these pages." ・Revenge ・Remorse ・Retribution ☞・Mystery・Crime ・Thrill Rose met with an accident and lost her family. The only thing now she thinks about is REVENGE. The tragedy happens to her told us about that Regret is the worst punishment that can ever happen to anyone. The path she chooses leading her towards the Fire of vengeance. Note:- the images used in this book as cover and dedication image do not belong to me. Image source is pinterest And edited from Canva.
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