All they could do was cry while screaming in fear when a man's body greeted their sight, he was bathing in his blood as his body was being pinned in the wooden wall of the room. The victim's body was being hanged on the wooden wall using long gardening scissors. It was pricked on his both shoulders, causing him not to fall on the floor. There were three stabs on his chest located on his heart and there's a fresh huge open cut on his neck. Tons of blood was wasted and it overflowed down on the carpet floor. The liquids were all over.
The two women who saw the corpse were shaking in fear.No matter how they shout, people can't hear them from outside because of the loud music and noise there. They hurried back to their seats and complained to the owner of the house, which is Sera Merka. They saw her right at the moment, she was at the pool while flirting with the guy named Oliver Tycho, who was Antoinette Mclaren's friend.They were screaming as they toldWith her head low, she was sitting on the hospital bed while closing her eyes and sensing the loneliness. Upon crying her heart out, she felt so empty. She started humming her favorite song which was entitled 'Hann' (Alone). It's been 6 years since the last time she remembered this song, it made her feel relaxed. She arose on the bed when she heard loud voices from outside of the room. The room was wide open so she could still see what's happening in the hallway. Her eyes grew wider when she saw some hospital nurses and custody. She froze on her way when her eyes took a glimpse of a bloody body on the stretcher, it was the body of a young girl wearing swimwear, bathing in its blood. The nurses were panicking upon seeing the being.Considering that she's curious, she gradually got out of her room and watched the commotion in the hallway. "Is she dead?" Dorothy Scott whispered and slowly shook her head. She wanted to take a walk and come by the emergency room but sh
"Mace, are you sure of this?" Her voice which whistles none of its emotion pricked on Mace Leo's ears, her stares which yet indicate she's not interested in her friend's plan were beaming on her complexion. She then crossed her arms and glanced at her colleague. "Don't worry, Kyaell. I'll be fine, Astrid is my friend and we're close. She won't hurt me, okay? I don't assume that the rumors are true." Mace Leo replied and let out a smile on her face, her friend then shrugged her shoulders and took a sip from her cup of coffee. "The thing is, she's strange and I don't know she can be trusted. I never saw her at the campus since I am attending the night classes, so yup..." She paused and glanced at her companion, "So, what now? What time will you be there? Do you need me? I can accompany you to the hospital." Kyaellani Sullivan asked, her dark bushy yet neat brows met upon gazing in her pal's direction. She parted her lips before fixing her eyes into her books.
A radiant glow welcomed their sight the moment they left the Coffee House. The rays which caress their covering were very visible. Their soles had a stroll towards the terminal and waited for a bus to halt. The dames had their conversation along the road, Sullivan could not get over the frappe tea she ordered, its savory juice with the miscellaneous frost which cools her mouth had its way to give her a chilling disposition. Further than that, Leo on the other hand, let out a wide smile upon enjoying the company of her colleagues. Hiking forth to the location, Fuentes could not help herself but be anxious all of a sudden. "I don't know how to react, to be honest, I can't even imagine that she's able to hurt someone. Astrid is innocent," Fuentes stated, they selected a seat and stayed at the waiting shed. "Well, she is. Probably the cops condemned her, she always gets into trouble, her neighbor once accused her of killing a guy named Kobe Ethan. I didn't believe it, of course, but so
Stillness filled the four corners of the room as everyone discerned who would enunciate first. Their eyes travel forth in his direction and watch him surveying the files before his sight. Lounging in his swivel chair, he glimpses at them, with his glare. Upon beholding the details from the records, he let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What do you want me to say about this?" He spoke, and his hoarse voice echoed in the room. He lightly brushes his hair with the tips of his fingers and takes another glimpse of the folder before his eyes. "I dislike the occurrence." He continued, he threw a glare in her direction and her lips parted upon seeing his disgruntled complexion but it didn't lessen the captivating aura he has, the lady on the lab gown bit her lower lip and placed a gaze on him. "You should have done something to prevent this, Hyra." He asserted and leaned over his seat. She remained at her seat, quiet. Yet the moment she saw him glaring at her, a sigh esc
The breath of air dashes into the lush leaves and they dance along with the singing birds, chirping, lounging in the trunks. The subtle prom of the pretty blossoms had its grace along with the grasses. Dorothy Scott smiled upon witnessing the refreshing scenery of the hospital's yard. The recent smell of the view that's about to behold opposes the expected scent inside the building. "You like the view, didn't you?" She asked and a gentle laugh pulled out of her mouth. Mace Leo narrowly nodded. She watches the sun rays as they scramble the clouds. "You must have enjoyed this area? I can see that genuine smile of yours," she added, which made the lass shrug off with a shy smile. "I met my older brother here, and this place somewhat created an impact on me. I made three paintings of this garden, do you wanna see it?" She glances at Leo momentarily before unleashing a sheepish smile. "Painting has been my favorite when I was a kid, I used to sketch too, I often shade whenever I am unha
"How's the day going?" Kendall halted from walking upon hearing the voice of Maxwell Ross. She twitched her lips before turning back at him. The lass doesn't like him around, she despises the lad's presence. "Obviously, Ross. You see that I'm stuck in this fortress, don't expect me to appreciate the plain tiresome dusty walls around the four corners of this mansion." She replied and glared at him. As a response, he smirked. He stepped forward and held her hand, making her flinch in pain because of the wounds she got the moment Lucas chastened them. "What are you planning to do, bastard?" She firmly uttered when she sensed that he's about to lean closer to her. He let out a heavy breath, glancing at her with a serious complexion. "I wouldn't do it in the first place, Kendall but Lucas wants me to execute the punishment." He explained, trying to convince her."Forget about it, it's done, okay? What are you doing here anyway? I thought you're with Rutledge?" She pushes him with frail
The wind blows as it wishes, and the leaves dance along with its flow. Voices echoed on the building's corridor as their feet created a marching sound on the tiled floor, and the Castrill's students began to walk, leading themselves to their restricted classrooms. The gloomy atmosphere of the hallway creates a negative impact on the students' moods. Renesmee Fuentes, standing by their room's doorway as she waits for their class adviser. She sighed and took a glimpse of her watch, "It's already nine o'clock, she's taking so long." She mumbled. "Hey, Esme…" a lady with blonde hair went inside the classroom and greeted her, as usual, she's wearing her diamond necklace which makes anyone feel envious. Fuentes watched the young lady as she walked inside, heading to the middle row. Her eyes followed her dazzling jewelry. 'Now that looks so beautiful.' She mumbled to herself and yet she averted her gaze from her when she saw the lady throw a glimpse right in her direction. Trying to cover
"What do you usually imagine if you hear the word prayer?" A genuine smile let go of her lips as she asked a question to the crowd. Their gazes were all focused on her and as she stood before them, all they felt were amazement, astonished by what they were giving attention to. "Who wants to volunteer themselves to answer?" She once more asked, and no one spoke, afraid to respond with a wrong explanation. "Let's not be timid when it comes to conversing a word, we're talking about God here and that simply means that everyone should be participating and glorifying His awesome Name because He has given us the ability and wisdom to think and speak." She added and once again, she let out a chuckle and proceeded with her introduction. "So, for today's topic, we will be going to talk about prayer. Does anyone know what exactly prayer is all about?" She spoke and gaze at the crowd, seeking for somebody to be able to answer her question. "Uh, I think prayer is when we utter what we want to