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Sweet Revenge Of Pain

The heels of her shoes were hitting the floor, making a rhythmic beat that gave off a bad vibe.   She got to where I was and crouched down to my level. "Huh, poor baby," she said in a cry-like voice as she shook her head in self-pity and patted my head, then whispered    "Shh, don't cry; it will soon be over," she said, still gently patting my head.   She brought out a small, shiny silver knife that I hadn't noticed that she had been holding for a while.   "Clara, please stop whatever you are planning to do." I pleaded in fear and looked at her in horror as I tried to process what she intended to do with the knife.    "My, my, my, someone is scared; don't worry, I won't be too hard on you." She coaxed me and laughed like a maniac when she saw the expression on my face.   "Please, for the sake of our friendship, please stop." I begged for mercy.   "Shut! Shut the fuck up!" She punched me in the face until her hand was colored with my blood.    I was too weak to fight back as she slashed my stomach slowly and deeply, making a pathway for the blood to flow freely like a stream.   "Honey, you don't have to stain your dress. Let the guards do this," Gabriel said as he saw my blood pouring out of my stomach's hundred-meter radius.   She dipped her hand forcefully into my stomach and brought out my under-formed fetus, then used the knife to cut the placenta that connected me and my baby.    She stabbed it repeatedly without mercy while I looked on in pain and helplessness as my baby died tragically before me.    "Raven! Bring the rest now!" She ordered in her authoritative tone that she normally uses whenever she wants something done with an immediate effect.   

Ada_Miniscent · Fantasy
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72 Chs
#WEREWOLF
#VAMPIRE
#POSSESSIVE
#ALPHA
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Chapter Twentysix

She wore a fitted short gown that once accentuated her figure, but now it drapes loosely around her, emphasizing the changes her body has undergone.

The vibrant colors and patterns that once adorned her wardrobe now seemed subdued, perhaps mirroring the transition in her life.

As I stood before her, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. Sadness for the passage of time and the changes it had brought upon her as my thirst for blood subsided

As the seconds passed, the burning sensation and the transformation began to subside, leaving behind a sense of exhaustion and bewilderment. My eyes went back to their normal color and I stumbled back.

Despite the lingering effects of the experience, one thing was clear: I had changed, and I was no longer the same person they knew.

The darkness within me had surfaced, and I now faced an uncertain path ahead, grappling with the newfound power and the mysteries it held.