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I couldn't stand here alone, not after everything that had just happened. I felt exposed, like I was caught between worlds-Isaac's world, with its drama and unspoken rules, and my own, where I didn't belong.

Eight years of missed embraces burns hot when I return to the small town where it all started. I did all the things I left to do; got the degree, the internship, and The Job. Why did it feel so hollow? I always hoped I would see Trent again, but I never expected to find him licking his wounds back in town after a stint as a Navy SEAL. My aunt left me properties that I have to take possession of, but I realize they won't be the only thing needing to be claimed. Trent insisted that I understand what eight years of bottled up steam feels like, delivered with military precision in one blazing, glorious night.

I tried to end my life, i was alone. No one was here with me. I just wanted a friend. This is my diary, my only friend, the only thing that knows me inside and out. And this is my story.

I glared at him; every cell in my body was on fire with hate. Everything that he represented - a manipulated, cold, emotionless world - I wanted to end. Yet I couldn't because he was the only one that could get me what I had wanted for the past two years of my life. He was the only one that was cold enough to get the job done. What did that say about me?

My dad was never really there. From the moment my mom left, he became a ghost. Little did I know that he wasn't the one doing the haunting. There were men out there. Bad men who needed to teach my dad a lesson, and they used me to do it. For nine years I was tortured. For nine years I was starved and beaten. Until one day my savior showed up in a guard uniform that would forever haunt my nightmares. Only he didn't hurt me. No, he saved me. Little did I know that that saving came with a price. And when I find out his secrets, I'm not sure I will be willing to pay it.

I was eight when I first saw a man executed. Nine when I saw the tenth. Ten when I stopped counting. Before each of these men died I dressed their wounds, bought their food, gave them a smile when they expected a frown. I was their hope, the thing that allowed them to cling to life. Then I sent them to their death. It is my job, my duty. I learnt it from my mother and she from hers. I will teach it to mine and she to hers. I am the Angle of Mercy.

I never thought I'd be coming back home to an empty house,a house that is no longer a home,it no longer has the warmth and love it once barred.These walls used to harbour love and warmth now they carry shallow memories of our laughter and a love I'm scared to forget. Join Alulutho as she tries to navigate peace after losing the love of her life,will his absence make or break her?She now has to start over and find herself again.

My name is Kennedy Jones, I'm 18 and was kidnapped at the young age of 6. A group of rouges took me and after 12 years of being locked up in a cell and being used to just pleasure men i'm free and see the light. I make an attempt to run away but fail since i'm still weak and collapse only to wake up in a bed and standing in front of me is the most good looking man. We make eye contact and just stay still looking each other in the eyes, 'Mate!'.

They thought they could pull me down but they couldn't. They thought they will have the last laugh but who is having the last laugh now. Indeed it there's light at the end of the tunnel. He saved me as much as I saved him.

I dragged her out of your life and placed myself in it. It was painful, yet worth it! U deserve true love and I'm the only one who can give it to you...♥️♥️♥️. Without u, I get love sick 🤒