Masuk- KILLIAN - I heard her. Heard the sound of someone infiltrate this place even before I knew someone was here. I had massacred every living being within this mansion except for one being, my parent’s murderer, and I needed to keep her alive so I lure out every other family member she has and make
Hello readers! It’s this author again. I got terribly ill and also hit my foot against a metal surface so hard that I could barely walk along with my illness. I needed to take time off writing to fully recover. It is a new month and I want to say, I am so sorry and will resume writing again. I
- HAZEL - The drive home was devastating but on the bright side, I have arrived. I make my payment and get out of the car, shutting the door behind me and running in. The lights are off. I look around. Every single light on the streets are out making the area ridiculously dark and I am just noti
- HAZEL - I find it ridiculous that our very state-of-the-art home is so far away from the city, making going to a supermarket to get something as little as a bag of chips seem so tasking. Especially late at night. I groan, still on the long drive TO the supermarket. It is frustrating. There are
- KILLIAN - The time has struck eight pm. I pull the glove on my hand higher to fit better on my palm. From head to toe, I am dressed in black. A black, futuristic, half face mask conceals the lower portion of my face. My shirt is black, my belt and pants the same. I am at the place the killer li
I just blush in return, biting my lower lip. “It’s nice to meet you, Liam.” I murmur. My eyes are on the things in his hand. I wonder that’s in them. I’m aching to know. A smirk forms on his face, like he can read my thoughts. “Here.” He hands them to me. I take them from him. Woah. How does he ho
- KILLIAN - “Did you have to be so cold?” Liam’s words jolt me out of my thoughts as I walk with him to our cars. I shrug, not answering him and barely having the energy to indulge in this conversation. I did it for her own good. I let out a sigh. “Really, Killian, that’s messed up shit right h
“You look stunning.” He says, sizing me up. . . again. “I can’t say the same about you.” Disgust is ardent in my tone. My brain gives me this warning that I should not discard. It tells me that there is something familiar about the way Tristan is looking at me that seems very territorial and preda
- HAZEL - My mouth drops when the van pulls in. Not because I didn’t expect him to let a strange, hired van in, although this is a part of it, but because I didn’t expect to be here anytime soon. And definitely not now. It brings memories to me. Very vivid and wild memories. Memories of the two of
- KILLIAN - I let out a sigh, staring out my window. A new day has just begun and I cannot say I am excited about it. My blood bubbles with uncontrolled fury and hunger. Hunger for the blood of my parents’ killer. The days are drawing near, and I am counting the time limit given to her to run. And







