บททั้งหมดของ The Dark Moon |A Murder : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

He stood in front of a mirror at eight o'clock this morning, combing his hair and spraying himself with perfume. At that moment, a knock came on the door. He went to the door and found Uncle Elias, an old servant of the house, standing there with a letter in his hand. "That's for you, sir," he said, then closed the door and left. It was his birthday, and he knew that every birthday Uncle Elias gave him a letter to read. He didn't focus on them; sometimes he opened and read the first line, and sometimes he ignored them entirely. He knew that every letter contained unnecessary suggestions and advice that seemed useless to him. Ryan saw the letter with his name on it, marked "Happy Birthday," and underlined with a bold, "Must read it." He tossed the letter onto his bed without opening it and continued to comb his hair. Then, he turned to the bed, picked up the note, and opened it, intrigued by the insistent words. He never bothered to read them. However, this day was different—it was h

The hotness of the sun peeked in through the partially open window, casting a beam of light onto her smooth skin, rousing her from slumber. She gently massaged her eyes to shake off sleepiness before retrieving her phone from the nearby table. As she glanced at the time, she was taken aback. Her eyes swiftly shifted towards the curtains, allowing her to catch a glimpse of the dazzling brightness outside. It was already 10:00 am in the morning, a stroke of luck that it happened to be the weekend, or else she would have faced the risk of being late from university. After rising from her bed, she gathered her blonde hair into a ponytail, She moved her head from side to side to relieve the tension from sleeping in one position all night, got to her slippers, and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. After a quick shower she walk over to her dresser , tugged her hair out of the towel , she began to blow dry it. Then she glance herself in a mirror to make sure that she's looking per

Luna was on a swing in the garden during the evening. The sky was dark blue, and the moon was really bright. No birds were making noise; everything was quiet. The moonlight made the garden look special. There was a gentle breeze, and the leaves moved a little. Luna felt peaceful as she swung, looking at the beautiful moonlight. She was reading her favorite book in a peaceful environment. Her fingers traced patterns in the air as her mind wandered through the pages of the book resting on her lap. The garden gate swung open, and Luna's sister, Eva, entered with a playful grin. "Well, well, what do we have here? The swing-set reader?" Luna looked up, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You caught me. There's something enchanting about reading in the midst of nature." Luna patted the seat of the swing beside her, inviting Eva to join. "Come experience it for yourself," she said with a chuckle. Eva hesitated for a moment before giving in to Luna's invitation, taking a seat on t

Ryan Edwards took a deep breath after sharing his insurance information with Luna and Eva, the girls who scratched his car. He then walked towards his father's office, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness about the conversation ahead. The corridor had shiny glass windows that showed the busy city outside. As he got closer to the big oak door with his father's name on it, he fixed his tie, he gathered his thoughts. He had made a decision that he knew would require a delicate conversation with his father. Knocking lightly, Ryan waited for his father's voice to invite him in. "Come in," his father called out from within. Ryan opened the door and entered the office, greeted by the familiar scent of leather-bound books and the sight of his father behind a massive mahogany desk, engrossed in paperwork. "Ryan, my boy, come in," his father said, looking up with a warm smile. "What brings you here today?" "Dad, I have something important I need to discuss with you," Ryan began,

"Morning, sweetie!" he said lovingly. The sun came in through the curtain, so she covered her face and pulled the blanket over her head, making him smile. Amused by her response, he approached and gently pulled at the blanket, teasingly uncovering her face. This made her laugh, and she pretended to protest. "Good morning to you too!" she replied to her husband, accompanied by a soft chuckle. Her eyes shone with affection as she returned his warm greeting. "I'm going to the kitchen to make breakfast for my lovely wife, so get ready quickly!" he announced. With a smile on her face, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on her skin. He was cooking a really yummy breakfast for her. The kitchen smelled amazing, with bacon sizzling and coffee brewing. She felt excited and hungry when she saw him cooking. As he bustled around the kitchen, she walked over to him and playfully wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a gentle