เข้าสู่ระบบแชร์
Rumors, Jealousy & Hidden Secrets
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด:
2025-12-29 23:28:21
บทล่าสุด
THE ART OF FALLING The Call That Broke Everything
Chapter 33 Nora dreamed in fragments. Not images feelings. Fear without a face. A pressure in her chest. The echo of a ringing phone she could never quite reach. It rang and rang, sharp and insistent, slicing through the darkness around her. Her body felt heavy, like it had been stitched to the earth. She tried to move, to answer, to scream that she was here but the sound died before it could form. Somewhere in that endless dark, a voice whispered her name. And somewhere else, very far away, Trisha sat beside her hospital bed, clutching a phone that felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Trisha hadn’t planned to call Nora’s family yet. She kept telling herself she just needed more time. One more hour. One more sign. One flicker of movement, a squeeze of fingers, anything to prove that Nora would wake up and explain everything herself, the way she always did. But the silence was eating her alive. Jaden stood by the window, arms crossed tightly over his chest, staring out at
THE ART OF FALLING Machines Don’t Breathe for You
Chapter 32 Hospitals always smelled the same clean, sharp, unforgiving. Jaden noticed it immediately, the way the scent clung to his clothes as soon as he stepped inside, like a warning he couldn’t ignore. The fluorescent lights overhead hummed softly, casting everything in pale white that made faces look tired, hollow. Too honest. Trisha walked a few steps ahead of him, shoulders tense, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she might shatter if she didn’t hold on. Her eyes were swollen from crying, lashes clumped together, but she kept moving, one foot in front of the other, like stopping would mean accepting something she wasn’t ready to. Neither of them spoke. The doctor led them down a long hallway. Each step felt heavier than the last. Jaden’s heartbeat pounded in his ears, loud enough to drown out the distant beeping of machines, the muffled conversations behind closed doors. Please let her be okay, he thought, over and over, like a prayer he didn’t know if he deserve
THE ART OF FALLING The Week She Vanished
Chapter 31 The first day Nora didn’t show up, no one thought much of it. College had a way of swallowing people whole for days at a time late nights, skipped lectures, mental health days no one talked about. Absence was normal. Silence wasn’t suspicious yet. By the second day, Trisha noticed. Nora never missed their morning coffee on Tuesdays. Never. Even during exams. Even when she was exhausted. Especially when she was exhausted. Trisha stared at the empty chair across from her, fingers tightening around her cup as the minutes dragged on. She checked her phone again. No reply. “Maybe she overslept,” she muttered, more to reassure herself than anything else. By the third day, worry crept in quietly. Nora’s room stayed locked. Her bed untouched. Her sketchbook always open, always messy lay exactly where it had been days ago. No half-finished drawings. No new pencil shavings on the floor. Trisha knocked. Then knocked harder. Nothing. She sent messages. Left voicemails. Trie
THE ART OF FALLING No One Came Looking
Chapter 30 Loneliness did not arrive loudly. It crept in the way dusk swallowed daylight soft, unannounced, unavoidable. Nora felt it most in the pauses between things. Between footsteps. Between breaths. Between the moments when she almost reached for her phone and remembered there was no one she wanted to call. Or worse, no one she trusted enough to hear her voice without turning it into something ugly. The campus still moved around her, alive and careless. Laughter spilled from dorm windows. Doors slammed. Music thumped faintly through walls. People passed her with purpose, with somewhere to be, someone to meet. She felt like a shadow drifting through all of it.Invisible. After James was gone after the truth, the damage, the humiliation everything else seemed to fall apart quietly. Not in dramatic explosions. Not in confrontations or apologies. Just… distance. Jaden didn’t speak to her. He didn’t glare either. That would’ve hurt less. Instead, he looked through her when th
THE ART OF FALLING The Quiet After the Storm
Chapter 29 The campus didn’t celebrate. There were no announcements. No public apologies. No justice served banners hanging from walls. James was simply… gone. And the silence he left behind felt strange l unnatural, like the air after a storm when everything looks calm but still smells like rain and broken things. Nora woke up the next morning confused by the quiet. No buzzing phone. No sharp spike of fear in her chest. No instinctive reach for the light switch. She lay still, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the familiar panic to arrive. It didn’t. That scared her. Because fear had been her companion for so long that its absence felt like another trick. She sat up slowly, listening. Birds. Footsteps in the hallway. Someone laughing far away. Normal sounds. Her body didn’t know how to respond. Freedom, she realized, wasn’t loud. It didn’t arrive with relief the way movies promised. It came softly, uncertainly like a fragile thing that could still be taken away
THE ART OF FALLING The Last Thread He Pulled
Chapter 28 James didn’t torture Nora loudly. He did it carefully. After the panic attack, after the campus whispers cooled into something quieter but sharper, he shifted tactics. No more vague posts. No more anonymous messages. He wanted control without fingerprints. He wanted her paranoid. It started with timing. Nora would step out of her hostel, and moments later, her phone would buzz. Nice hoodie. She would be in class, finally managing to focus, when a message slipped through. You still draw sad girls. She stopped opening them. Blocked the numbers. Changed her privacy settings. It didn’t stop. The messages kept coming from new numbers, new accounts, burner profiles that disappeared after one text. James knew her schedule. Knew her habits. Knew when she was weakest. Fear stopped being sharp and became dull, constant like background noise that never switched off. Nora functioned on autopilot now. Smile when necessary. Nod when spoken to. Breathe shallowly so her che
บางทีคุณอาจจะชอบ
One Night Stand
Favor V April1.0M viewsBeyond the Divorce
Third Blossom2.9M viewsEven After Death
Lilting Champ6.8M viewsBegin Again
Val Sims1.0M viewsMy Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor
Helen Ene319 viewsFalling for Rich Cappuccino
Kxjnha Inks79 viewsCraving Mr Redd
Mayorsther77 viewsThe Ceo's possession: claiming his chaos
Timamzy117 views
