Masuk“Hello, Good morning sir”. My voice came out polite and measured, the way I had been taught to greet elders since I was a little girl. I clutched my phone tightly against my ear, feeling the heat radiating from my cheek where the screen pressed against my skin. The morning sun was already streaming through my window, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead.“Good morning ma”, the voice responded very thick across the line. It was a deep, rumbling baritone that seemed to vibrate through the phone speaker. The voice had a certain weight to it, the kind of voice that commanded attention without trying too hard. “Please, may I know who is on the line”, he asked. His tone was professional yet warm, like someone who had answered countless calls just like mine and had learned to be patient with every single one.“I am a student at CANNIBER UNIVERSITY”, I said, trying to sound as articulate as possible despite the discomfort I was feeling. “I was directed to you by a friend o
Ting! Ting! The alarm bell rang.The sound sliced through the quiet dawn like a sharp knife, jolting me upright in bed. My heart hammered against my ribs for a few confused seconds before my brain caught up with reality. I squinted through the semi-darkness at the digital clock glowing red on my bedside table.“Oh my God,” I muttered, my voice thick and groggy with sleep. “This is just 6:30am. What does Julia want by this time of the day?”I dragged a hand over my face, trying to rub away the lingering heaviness of sleep. The room was still cool, the early morning air filtering through the slightly parted curtains, carrying with it the distant chirping of birds and the faint hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. It was too early for visitors and definitely too early for Julia’s particular brand of morning chaos.“I think she should be having lecture early this morning around 7:00am,” I reasoned aloud, my voice barely above a whisper in the silent room. “Let me check my phone to se
WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️🔞🔞THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW EROTICA SCENES. PLS, DON’T READ IF YOU ARE BELOW 18 🔞YEARS OR LACK CONTROL OVER YOUR SEXUAL EMOTIONS. I STILL REMAIN ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR “WORLDCUP”. ENJOY YOUR STORY.1- CANDYThe fan overhead spun uselessly, pushing hot air around the room like a convection oven. Julia fanned herself with a magazine, her cheeks flushed pink from the heat, while I sat on the edge of my bed feeling the sweat pool at the base of my spine. The humidity clung to my skin, making my clothes stick uncomfortably to my body. I had changed twice already today, and still, I felt like I was suffocating in my own apartment."Hey Candy, try and fix this your air conditioner,"Julia said, waving the magazine in front of her face with a frustrated flourish. "This your room is so suffocating. I feel like I'm breathing through a wet blanket."I let out a long, heavy sigh, flopping back against my pillow and staring up at the water-stained ceiling. "You are very right
"Enter the cell," Captain John commanded as soon as we arrived at the station.The word *cell* seemed to hang in the air between us. The station was not what I had expected — from the outside it had looked small and ordinary, almost forgotten, but inside, the corridor stretched long and grey, lit by a single bulb that flickered as though struggling to stay alive. Somewhere in the distance, a ceiling fan squeaked with every slow rotation, and the smell of the place — sweat, stale smoke, and damp cement settled into the back of my throat. I hugged my arms around myself. My dress was dusty from the checkpoint, and my slippers made a soft slapping sound against the concrete floor with each step I took."Hey, young girl, come over here," an officer in the interrogation center ordered, and I obeyed as instructed.He sat behind a metal desk scarred with old scratches and ring stains from countless tea glasses. The room was small — a table, two chairs, a metal filing cabinet with a drawer
I pressed my back against the cold marble wall, the intricate pattern of the flower vase's ceramic base digging into my shoulder blade. The foyer smelled of stale champagne and wilting lilies—remnants of what had been a celebration only hours ago. My heart hammered so violently I was certain it would crack a rib, each pulse echoing in my ears like a war drum."LISTEN EVERYONE, DON'T TRY TO ESCAPE. THIS PLACE IS SURROUNDED BY THE POLICE."The voice boomed through the mansion's intercom system, distorted and metallic, yet carrying the weight of absolute authority. It wasn't a request but a death sentence for anyone foolish enough to run. Foolish me— I squeezed my eyes shut, counting the seconds between my breaths, trying to slow them down in other to remember every action movie I'd ever watched where the protagonist survived by simply not moving.Then I heard it— “Thud.. Thud… Thud.“Heavy boots against the imported Italian marble, each step deliberate and practiced. The rhythm was mi
"Oh Aria, you look so odd. This your dressing is too godly. This is a party and not a church," Evelyn said lowly as soon as we alighted from the car, her voice dripping with that particular brand of cruelty she reserved for moments when she felt most insecure. She flicked her gaze up and down Aria's modest floral dress—the one with the high neckline and sleeves that reached her elbows—as though it were something filthy dragged from a gutter."Evelyn! Please stop humiliating me," Aria scolded immediately, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson that was visible even under the pale amber glow of the streetlights. "How I chose to dress is none of your business," she added, her voice trembling slightly at the edges as she clutched her small leather purse against her stomach like a shield."Hey girls, stop this argument. Let's quickly catch up with Harrison," I interrupted immediately, my heart already hammering against my ribs with a nervousness I couldn't quite name. Harrison had walked ahe







