บททั้งหมดของ THE MYSTERY GIRL : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Lucas is dead!" Albert continue mixing the French tea Peru made for him. He added a cube of sugar and stir. Then took a sip and nodded in satisfaction. While his guest pace worriedly in front of him. "I heard the news, it all over the internet. I knew he wouldn't last long, having a whole lot of weird and creep things in his house. What do you expect?" He replied his guest, his voice low and authoritative. He was huge and mighty. And he obviously behaved like the king he was, owner of Hans Town. He was Albert Ambrose. The wealthiest and powerful man of the town. His shoulders were held high and he does everything he deem fit. With giving a damn what his actions would cause. He thought of running for politics, if I man like him, go for politics, it’s all over for Hans town. "He did cause his death"

Dixon stared at the apartment he was quite familiar with, he felt like he was back to five years ago. Hanging out in the tall tree beside her house. Where they would sit and laugh and cuddle, underneath the tree. His ran run through the tree. Feeling it. Bringing back the memories of their romance. He smiled but a sad one.  He moved away, staring at the brown wooden door. Remembering when he had helped her moved into this house. Asking her why she choose this apartment. She loved the serenity and nature. That was her reply then. He had grown to love her then, at first when Linda brought her to him. He hadn’t had any interest in her then. "Hold on. I'll be there in a sec" her tiny voice yelled, the burning sensation

Her hands quake on the table and she shuddered in fright. Her eyes flattered on its own. When she opened them, it was black. Slowly she let out a low growl. Racing out of the kitchen.Running into the room she came out from, quickly she hid behind the bed, curling in a tight ball. She need to control herself. It felt like her body was tearing apart. She was getting larger. And larger her taste for blood was so No, no she needs to control herself. She’s not a demon, she doesn’t want to be one.She hugged herself, buried her head in between her thighs. She couldn’t control it, it was bigger and larger than she was. Slowly, crawling out from beneath the bed. Looking for the nearest exit. And that was the back door.

Dixon hands over the cup of coffee to ms Teresa and slump on the seat next to her. While munching the cookies he made. Staring absentmindedly on the TV set. “Why the glum look?”“Why won’t there be a glum look.” He retorted. “Calm down Dixon, will you. Just smile a bit. You’re look threatening.” “So she could leave! My heart is as hard as stone. I might end up killing her.”Do you mean to say she might end up killing you. Cause she doesn’t look like someone who has a heart.He force a smile which turns out to be a grimace. Ms Teresa chuckles.“You should be happy, you a

She was staring hard at the dress wondering what she’s gonna do with it.  She had seen Anika in something like this. Looking like she was trapped and couldn’t move properly.He wants to trapped her too?So she could stay with him.Oh!That’s why he’s forcing her to wear them  Hours upon hours she was trying to figure out what the dress means. But she wasn’t getting it.Her eyes were still fixed on it. It was familiar. But she couldn’t seems to remember anything at all. Nothing she remember. The more she force herself the more her head hurts badly.