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In which, a paranoid schizophrenic vows to avenge his fiancee's death by taking revenge on the woman who Killed her. _____________ A modern day depiction of 'Beauty and The Beast' _______________ ***THIS BOOK CONTAINS SOME SERIOUS TRIGGERING CONTENTS. DO NOT SKIP THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS THAT HAVE AN EXTENDED WARNING INSIDE. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU WON'T READ IT AND CONFIRM IT'S OKAY WITH YOU. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.*** _______________ Copyright ©2022 ssybahz ____________________________ She was the one who saw light in the darkness. And he was the darkness itself. She loved rain. And he loved his monsters. But what would happen if they collide by the cruelty of fate? Would she see the light seeping through his darkness? Or would she let herself be consumed by it, let it shatter her completely? ________________________________
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VENGEANCE 6: Only The Dead Knows
"Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead,"- Benjamin Franklin.Rose's POV:I was back in the beautiful pathway that led to Victor manor.A manor that screamed of darkness.The roads seemed dull, yet strangely alive, as if, it was talking to me. The murmur of the dry leaves at the beginning of the winter and the hum of the gentle breeze played like a monotonous music in my ears.I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul.I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley.Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling.Something bad was going to happen, I knew it.The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades.Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett.It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed th
Last Updated : 2024-10-29VENGEANCE 5: Sorrows of Death
"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite.Rose's POV:My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me.Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry.His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face.His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated.He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.I quickly composed myself as I witnessed him taking her body in his hands and cradling her like a child.And then he looked back at me.His eyes were a whirlwind of rage, fury, pain. He looked like a monster."WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" He bellowed.Me?"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" He cried out as tears began to stream down his face. He was wailing like a child as he begged to her to wake up."Maddy-" He gasped, his voice heavy with raw emotions and tears, "M-Maddy, wake up, ma moitie-"I ju
Last Updated : 2024-10-29VENGEANCE 4: Murder
"Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death."― William S. BurroughsMariennne's POV:Letting myself in the dark room, I closed the door with a loud sigh, my head throbbing as I tried to take deeper breath, voices roaring in my head.These days, the voices seemed to become more prominent, more loud.Coiling in my mind, putting on a freak show.I licked my lips.... I enjoyed the taste of my crazy.They echoed throughout my mind, trying to rule me, break me, until I gave in completely.I could hear them acuter than before, louder than before. They commanded me to do things that I shouldn't do, but I just cannot let go of them.They have been with me since my existence.Groaning loudly, I took off my suit and the tie, throwing it somewhere in the room.The clothing articles landed somewhere in the dark nothingness of the room with a loud thud, and then the room became silent again.Silence.Comforting yet painful silence.I sat myself down on the bed and raked m
Last Updated : 2024-10-29VENGEANCE 3: Enigmatic Fear
Rose's POV:"Of course, what's wrong may I ask?" I queried, inspecting her face for something unusual."Nothing," she uttered as a sad, almost cryptic smile made it's way on her face, "The restaurant is crowded a bit and Tina informed me that a very wealthy man has booked his reservation in the place. He was so nosy! And so annoying! He was asking which glass cleaner do we use! Can you believe that?!"My jaw dropped open.Who does that?"And he also said that he wanted everything in it's place, he was barking orders like he owned the place. He seemed a bit paranoid."I narrowed my eyes as sparks of anger slowly began to shot inside my body.Who the fuck did the man think he was?If you don't like our restaurant just get the fuck out of there."What is he?" I seethed, my fists clenching, "Fucking god?""Rose," Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me."I huffed, I barely cursed but some peopl
Last Updated : 2024-10-29VENGEANCE 2: Monsters
"He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart"- Thomas Harris, Silence of the Lambs. Marienne's POV: Blur. Everything seemed like a blur. A pretense. A haphazard of a kaleidoscope. Everything felt as if it was there, but in reality it wasn't. Everything was false, but seemed true at the same time. I ran my hand through my damp hair as I studied myself in the mirror. A tired pair of turquoise eyes stared back at me through the mirror, my jet back hair was damp. Inwardly, I ran my fingers through my stubbles that I had forgotten to get rid of. I had demons. Those demons provoked me in a silent whisper. The demons of my past, my traumas and scars. The demons of my present- my PPD. I had voices, I had hallucinations. I could feel things that weren't there, but, I was happy. Those demons were a part of me, they made me feel more in control. They taunted me, for them being right every time and me being wrong every time. They urged me to control, to possess. They were
Last Updated : 2024-10-29VENGEANCE 1: Her
"Mother's love is so powerful, it heals your soul"- Unknown.Cold.Where was I?My whole body hurt, my eyes weighted like two heavy stones.But still, I tried to open them.Slowly...Was that a hand that was on my forehead?Oh no! Did they find me?"......Will she be okay?....."Me? Okay? But who was concerned for me?My parents died when I was three and my foster parents tried to sell me off to some bad men. My foster siblings couldn't bear me except for my eldest foster brother.Who would be concerned for me?I struggled as the headache hit me with it's full force.Open your eyes!"....She was badly hurt..."Yes, I was.My heart ached and they tortured me."...Can I adopt her?...."Someone wants me as their daughter?Why?I ran away from my home and was a child with many fears. I resembled a bony skeleton after years of being ill fed. I was a sore burden.Why would anyone want a burden?I slowly opened my eyes as my blurred vision halted on..... a woman?The woman seemed to be cryin
Last Updated : 2024-10-29VENGEANCE Prologue
"Some scars don't hurt. Some scars are numb. Some scars rid of you the capacity to feel anything ever again."- Joyce RachelleI ran.My breaths came out in harsh pants, my lungs burned in protest, my body shivered as slow yet sharp staccato of pains shot throughout my body. The pain was numbing, yet it still felt like thousands of needles were being embedded into my skin again and again.My skin broke out in cold sweat, both from the nausea from days of hunger and the adrenaline rush. The dreary cold winter night didn't calm me down.Not even a little bit.In fact, it worsened the pain I was feeling."Stop her!" A voice barked from the chasm of nothingness.No!I tried to increase my speed. I was already running with all the might I had, but still I tried.I didn't want to go back to them.They hurt me.My body protested, my feet wanted to stop. But I couldn't stop.I knew, if I stopped, that man would kill me.I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry. But I couldn't.Because if I did they
Last Updated : 2024-10-29
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"Some scars don't hurt. Some scars are numb. Some scars rid of you the capacity to feel anything ever again."- Joyce RachelleI ran.My breaths came out in harsh pants, my lungs burned in protest, my body shivered as slow yet sharp staccato of pains shot throughout my body. The pain was numbing, yet it still felt like thousands of needles were being embedded into my skin again and again.My skin broke out in cold sweat, both from the nausea from days of hunger and the adrenaline rush. The dreary cold winter night didn't calm me down.Not even a little bit.In fact, it worsened the pain I was feeling."Stop her!" A voice barked from the chasm of nothingness.No!I tried to increase my speed. I was already running with all the might I had, but still I tried.I didn't want to go back to them.They hurt me.My body protested, my feet wanted to stop. But I couldn't stop.I knew, if I stopped, that man would kill me.I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry. But I couldn't.Because if I did they
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