ROT IN JAIL!_THE HATRED TURNED FATE_Tainted blood_The Countess at the Walls
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ROT IN JAIL!
Besides her, the only person in the entire building was locking up his office to go. She glanced at her wristwatch; it was exactly 4:55 pm, fifty fiwww.onedoor.ccve minutes past official hours. “Hello, Miss Jane, I hope you didn’t leave your wrist watch at home!” Mr. Ben, the accountant asked, surprised to see Jane in her office at such time. “My wristwatch?” Confused at the question, Jane rolled up her sleeve to show her golden wristwatch which she valued so much. It was her twenty eighth birthday present from her father. Her dressing would be incomplete without gracefully sliding her l...
THE HATRED TURNED FATE
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives when Fayaz first met Sara in the school and they promised to be the eternal fellows at such an early age. Though the promise of life long love became a matter of conflict yet the tale of affection go aboard at its run. The tale traces the tactics of love soaring life not in favors of Fayaz but seemingly not exactly against his lines of action. There were five to six huts of barbers’ families in Fayaz’s village. These houses had a grungy and skimpy look as it would have been prevailing about the residencies of such people half a century a...
Tainted blood
After years of mental abuse, I knew it was time. As I watched the blood flow down my arms, I knew that it was time, taking my anger out on myself was no longer an option. She was killing me without even physically touching me, each cut represented her vile words. After eighteen years I knew that it was time to cut all ties. She begged me to stay, promised that she would never hurt me again. She told me that she loved my and that she was truly sorry; “Look what you love did to me.” I shoved my newly badged arm in him face. “I don’t think I can take anymore of your love.” I stormed out and slamm...
The Countess at the Walls
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same, the same stone walls covered by age painted in living green, the same moat protecting the castle and its inhabitants. Nevertheless, something was different, that banner flying at the lord's tower, it was not her father's banner; a silver longsword on a wooden field. The castle was taken by brigands, mercenary scum paid by the Rixucavelets, with that bitch of a Queen leading the later. Reira Longsword, Countess of Stone and Waves, had just returned with her whole levy, after receiving permission by he...