Intoxicated Chapter 1 소설 & 이야기

Content Warning:This chapter has a suicide attempt scene, which may be distressing for some readers. If you or someone you know is struggling, please consider reaching out to a trusted individual or professional support for help. Remember, you are not alone. **Raisel – POV** I woke up with a pounding headache, squinting against the sunlight streaming through the windows. Alaric was busy adjusting the drapes, flooding the room with blinding light. “Morning, Raisins,” he greeted me.

Trigger warning: The following chapter contains themes of abuse and violence, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised. Alinta's head was killing her; everything from the hotel became a blur. She could only feel strong arms holding tightly onto her. Foggy images appeared of Bellinor's face looking contentedly at her. She would open her eyes with difficulty, only for them to be forced shut again due to the relentless migraine she was experiencing. The final flash was her feeling as though she was floating. The sound of eager steps hitting a stone floor made its way to her ears. Her thoughts became her own, but her body did not respond as she had hoped. Her ch

Joker POV **These chapters contain graphic torture scenes and severe mental health** I don’t stop. I can’t. My feet pound against the pavement, my breath ragged but steady, the only sound in my ears besides the thrum of my heart hammerin' in my chest. My mind is buzzin', vibratin', screamin' with one single thought: Find 'er. Find 'er now.

He slid in a finger, and I grew even more squirmy. God…I missed this. Geez! His tongue delved deep into my mouth, while he thrusted and wrung his finger deep inside me. Fuck! The tap on the window yanked me out of my mind-blowing ecstasy. I pushed him off me. A whimpering gasp left my lips when I saw it was April at the window. Good heavens, the glasses were tinted. I pulled up my panties and adjusted my clothes. I was hyperventilating like I was having a seizure. He'd already licked up his finger and was taking deep breaths.

" I was a puppet. Nothing more. My legs moved mechanically. My master pulled the strings. He made me take off my shoes. My bare soles hit the floor again. But after crossing that threshold, I felt something soft beneath my feet—carpet. That didn't make me feel any better. Because through my uncovered ear, I heard the sounds around me. Muffled whispers. The rustle of strangers' voices. And underneath it all—a woman crying. Her sobs came out small and raw, like a baby's wail, clawing right at my heart. My throat tightened. "Someone will guide you the rest of the way," Josh said. "Behave yourself. Don't mess this up. Your life is in your hands now."

The liquid burned my throat and made my belly clench so hard that I felt my breath leave me. My heart suddenly stopped, my eyes rolled up and everything began to move in fast, sharp spins. I could feel my legs shaking beneath me and my head felt so light. I didn't know what was in what I just took, but I knew it was nothing good. “Are you okay?” Their voices were swirling around me like crashing waves and I could barely feel my feet in my shoes. I stood frozen for a minute, letting my blank mind switch back on. “Why is it so intoxicating?” I whispered.

The first chapter sets the tone: Tshepo’s secret gambling problem begins to intertwine with family tensions, creating ripples that will affect everyone. Chapter 1 – Tshepo’s Gamble (Expanded) Tshepo sat at the edge of the small table in his apartment, the weight of another week’s losses pressing down on him. The cards lay scattered, remnants of the late-night gambling sessions he’d promised himself would end “just this once.” The numbers on the receipt from the betting shop seemed to mock him: debts he couldn’t ignore, lies he couldn’t untangle, and a future that felt increasingly unstable.

I was addicted to her in the way a man craves the very toxin that might one day destroy him. Note: updating two chapters today! Next chapter in the next ten minutes. Don't forget to leave your comments about the chapter.

Chapter 7- Miguel walked around New York city, with an unconscious girl in his arms. There was a loud thunder followed by a thunder strike. The sky tuned pitch black, announcing to the whole world that it will soon start its heavy attack. Miguel couldn't believe that he was doing this, he has never done this for anyone before. He should have just left her all alone and continue with his own usual business but he couldn't bring himself to do that. She looked so vulnerable and lost, she was so innocent and a part of him wanted to shield her away from this dangerous world, strange right?