Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

Carlisle Helps Bella Heal When She Is Assaulted

I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired

burn me alive if you didn't like story after reading Don’t Judge My Book by Its Cover or Synopsis Warning: Not for the faint-hearted or those with tender souls. This story is my outlet, my way of pouring out the weight of my depression and heartache. --- This is a story about a boy, someone who was given a second chance at life after dying at the fragile age of 13 in his last world. This boy didn’t dream of wealth, power, or glory. All he wanted was something much simpler and yet infinitely more complicated a happy, fulfilling life. He yearned to love someone truly, completely, more than he loved himself. And he tried. Oh, he tried. He gave everything, even his soul, to make that dream a reality. At five years old, the boy awakened a system some love-giving mechanism that claimed he was living in a novel or plot. It didn’t reveal much, only teasing him with the promise that all would be explained when he turned 18. But he didn’t care about that. He didn’t believe in destiny or fate. “What does it matter if I’m part of some story?” he thought. “I’m not playing by anyone’s rules. I’ll create my own happy life, one where I love and am loved.” How wrong he was. The boy devoted himself to those he cared for, never once living for the system or the rewards it promised. He loved because that’s who he was a person who gave from his heart, not because he expected anything in return. He didn’t need to win prizes for his kindness, didn’t need recognition. What he longed for, the one thing he lacked, was to be loved back. But no matter how much he gave, it was never enough. He sacrificed everything his time, his affection, his happiness and yet, in the end, all he got in return was rejection, indifference, and disappointment. Still, even then, he couldn’t stop loving. His heart, which had been so brutally trampled on, still beat for the one person he cherished the most Avey, the woman he had loved with every fiber of his being. And when the time came, and Avey needed a heart transplant to survive, the boy made his final, most devastating choice. He gave her his heart. Literally. With nothing left to give, he sacrificed his life in the hope that, maybe, in his absence, Avey would find the peace that his love couldn’t give her. As he lay there, his breath fading, he whispered his last words: “I hope my absence brings you the peace my love couldn’t.” Even in his final moments, he might have asked the heavens, “Why didn’t you make our love story complete?” And perhaps, if God were listening, he might have answered, “I could have, but she never asked for you in the first place.” And with that, the boy passed. But his death wasn’t met with quiet mourning or gentle tears. Lucian’s friends those who knew the true weight of his sacrifice, who understood the depth of his love stood by his lifeless body. They cried. They screamed. They raged against the cruelty of it all. One of his closest friends, barely holding back his own devastation, kneeled by Lucian’s side. His hands clenched the cold earth beneath him so tightly that his nails drew blood, and through a stream of tears, he raised his head, staring at his friend’s lifeless face. “You always said you wanted a wedding in Gangsta style, right?” His voice cracked as he forced the words out. His heart was breaking, but even through his grief, a twisted smile tugged at his lips. “Well, you’ll have it, Lucian. But it won’t be for your wedding. It’ll be for your funeral.” And as he stood, tears still streaming down his face, he made a promise to the friend he loved like a brother. “All the world will hear gunshots like firecrackers. The sky will burn with the sound of our grief. And up there, Lucian, you’ll watch what a true Gangsta style is.” And in that moment, as the world prepared to mourn Lucian in the only way they knew how loudly, violently, with a fury that matched the depths of their sorrow lucian opened his eyes finding that he had came back in time...when he was 18
LazyDiablo · 383.5K Views

Heal the Monster

Story of my life, Gladys They say that it's a disease, some say that it's not a disease but a curse since you don't know when you will turn into a monster, but I call it a reality. Growing up so bright, my name is Gladys, I wanted to be a teacher but my dream got shattered when I paid my friend a visit, just a visit. Well, sadly my dad's truck had problems and we had to sleep over, sleep with Dorris and I agree, Dorris is just five years older than myself, sleeping in the same bed, I dozed off and sleeping, I felt hands touching my body, creeping beneath my underwear and touching my vagina, was it pleasurable? I woke up only to find Dorris touching me, what are you doing? But she asked me to shut up and guided my hands to touch her growing breast and touch her vagina, she instructed me to finger her faster and I did and she enjoyed it, whatever it was, it was disgusting but it changed everything for me. A monster started growing in without me knowing, a monster called lust. This is an inspirational story for anyone struggling from addiction to masturbation and pornography, a story of my life. _Warning: Explicit Content, Mature Themes_ _Note:_ This novel contains explicit details, mature themes, and potential triggers. Reader discretion advised. Not suitable for anyone under 18. _Important:_ This story is intended to inspire and support those struggling with addiction, not to entertain. Read responsibly. _Genre:_ Urban R18, Inspirational, Dark Fantasy _Tags:_ Mature Themes, Addiction, Masturbation, Pornography, Trauma, Redemption
Daoist6QbrvM · 2.6K Views

She is Mr.Mo's beloved

Xi Corporations. "Hey, isn’t that Ms. Su Mei?" one of the women whispered. "Su Mei? That dumb heiress? I heard she embarrassed herself in front of everyone," another employee added. "It gets worse… she usually doesn’t even speak or respond to people. After that accident on her 19th birthday, her parents ended up in a coma, and her brother was jailed for being drunk when he drove that evening," another person commented. "People say she’s possessed, and thanks to her uncle, Xi Corporation still survives," someone else said. "I hope the company’s next heir can be Xi Yuan. She’s from the prestigious Premier League," a man chimed in. "Premier League? The one that only a handful of people from our country attended?" a woman asked. "Yes… her English name is… ah… Sera." Su Mei, who had just come to deliver the document her uncle needed, sat motionless, her heart numb to the cruel words being spoken around her. But one word caught her attention—Sera. Lifeless and distracted, she walked onto the road, only to be almost hit by a car. Hospital. ‘Su Mei...wake up…’ Su Mei heard a voice as she endlessly ran down a road with no end in sight. ‘Su Mei...enough...stop running away…,’ the voice spoke again, but Su Mei seemed confused and resistant. ‘Su Mei… wake up… you have a lot to do. The past seven years of torture are enough. You’ve lived long enough like a lifeless doll… please wake up. Please…,’ Su Mei’s eyes widened in shock. ............ A blurred man’s image appeared in front of her. She frowned as it seemed like a known face. “Se… Senior?” Her husky voice blurted out before thinking. ............ After an hour. Su Mei woke up again, this time looking calm and composed— She raised her head, sensing an undeniable presence in the room. The nation’s hero, Mo Hui. Su Mei gulped as she stared at him. “My car hit you. I’ll make the compensation accordingly,” Mo Hui spoke, making her turn back to look at him. “No, no… Mr. Mo, I wasn’t in my right mind while crossing the road,” she immediately replied with a smile on her face. Seeing her vibrant self, Fu Lei almost dropped the fruit bowl he was holding. 'What in the world? Is she really the lifeless doll people spoke about? No way. ..................... “I thought you called me Senior,” his voice broke through, shattering her morale. She felt like cursing her impatient mouth. No, she couldn’t afford to get exposed. She couldn’t dare to... her life, her parents' lives, and her brother's... sigh... she couldn’t. So... “I’m not sure what Mr. Mo is talking about,” she shamelessly lied. ......................... “I said I’m not sure what Mr. Mo is saying…!” She walked back as she saw the distance between her and the wall decreasing. The man in front of her didn’t have a single intention to stop this from happening but rather was pushing her to the wall. “He touched you…” Mo Hui spoke as his voice sounded like a demon god at the moment. Su Mei reached her limits. “Senior… you promised to help me in the act… also, he was yet to touch my hand before I quickly avoided him,” Su Mei wanted to cry. “Doesn’t matter… his hand touched your wrist,” his dangerous voice came through. “Okay, okay… how about you sanitize with your kiss?” Su Mei helplessly spoke. Mo Hui walked towards her, holding her hand, slightly rolling her sleeve as his lips touched her hand. “Argh… Ah Hui w… we a… are in pu…blic…” She barely spoke as she tried to control her moans. Join me to witness… the savage and demonic heroine and her little love with her senior. P.S: Cover is not mine.
Haru_o1 · 13.1K Views

When The Weather Is Fine

Ligados pelos fios de um trágico e infeliz destino forjados ainda na adolescência, três adultos, são conduzidos pelos ventos da vida para o lugar onde suas vidas tiveram início. O vilarejo patrimonial de Shirakawa conhecido por sua beleza e encanto ao lado da montanhosa e acolhedora cidade de Takayama são o palco deste encontro entre as três visões diferentes do futuro. "O passado é uma ferida que para sempre ficará em meu coração" assim pensa a filha de uma das maiores famílias do Japão, Naomi Minamoto, a próxima que assumirá seu papel como presidente da maior fundação estudantil do país e que pelos ventos do destino deixa de lado vida, profissão e filosofias de uma grande cidade se mudando para o interior contra sua própria vontade. "Cedo ou tarde tudo mudará, e essas feridas que carrego irão cicatrizar" esta é a filosofia por trás do homem conhecido pela bondade e pelos feitos em prol de ajudar aqueles mais necessitados, filho de um dos maiores autores do Japão este é Hanzo Hattori, um homem estagnado que decide dar fim a maior tragédia de sua vida afim para enfim reescrever as páginas de sua história. "A verdade é que enquanto eu estiver viva nenhum inverno será eterno" agarrada com essa visão Murano Hoshino, a segunda filha mais velha de uma das famílias mais importantes da cidade de Takayama retorna ao início de sua história buscando a liberdade de suas emoções e com elas o fim das correntes que forçam a permanência de um rigoroso inverno. Envoltos pelos encantos e desencantos deste antro de resplendor e natureza, as três visões enfrentam o passado assombroso, o presente e o receio de um futuro incerto enquanto lidam com amor, família e sentimentos que transcorrem pela linha da existência humana para que no final reescrevam as páginas de suas histórias quando o tempo estiver bom.
Seokyyo · 2.3K Views

The Bigshot Shocks The World When She Backs Home

Yao Tang, the daughter of the Yao family who mistakenly exchanged at birth, was finally found. Unexpectedly, since her parents felt that she was embarrassing, they never recognized her as their own, and claimed that she was a relative's child who came to live with them. Everyone thought that Yao Tang was just a bloodsucker who was greedy for glory and clung to her "relative's" family. Her father, Yao Feng, registered Yao Tang at the Municipal No.1 Middle School for school. Since Yao Tang failed all of her subjects, she was rejected by the teaching supervisor. When Yao Feng left with Yao Tang, he met the principal of No.1 Middle School. He quickly went up to greet him, but the principal walked past him and tugged at Yao Tang excitedly. "You're finally willing to come to school!" Yao Tang bumped into Cheng Yan, who had once saved her life. Cheng Yan's friends were all convinced that Yao Tang was a gold-digger and waited for her to ask Cheng Yan to pay. When the bill came, Yao Tang quietly rummaged through her bag. Cheng Yan's friend said, "See, she's just stalling for time and waiting for Brother Cheng to pay!" Yao Tang took out a diamond-studded card. "Waiter, how much discount am I given for this card?" The waiter replied, "Honored guest, our diamond black card entitles you to spend here for free!" After that, a group of elite bigshots appeared. The heir of a top corporation posted, "CEO Yao, you've been on leave for a long time. Come back to work!" The international hacker group flooded computer screens everywhere. [To Yao Tang: Boss, it's fine if you don't come back to work, but can you not assault your own database?] When the usually emotionless prince, Cheng Yan, saw his little wife being surrounded, he flipped the table angrily. "Everyone, stay away. This is my wife!"
JQK · 3M Views
Related Topics
More