All Chapters of Abyss.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Smoke filled the house,red flames licked the walls,painting the room in chaos.A woman's cries pierced the air. I lay in the floor, helpless,suffocating. I wanted to move, to scream,to escape..but my body refused. Frozen. Trapped.Then, as if someone heard my silent pleas, I was lifted,carried. The people who had come to help were pulling me from the fire. Our house was burning, I could hear her crying, calling my name as she was thanking the Gods that I was alive. Then the ceiling began to collapse. Muffled screams echoed in the distance. I tried to lift my head,to see,to understand, then…With a quick jolt, I opened my eyes. It was a dream. A nightmare that never left. I sat up, drenched in sweat, my breath ragged.My heartbeat pounded so loud it echoed in the quiet room.“These fucking nightmares” I muttered, glancing at my cat, who stared at me blankly from the edge of the bed. “Not helping, huh? Of Course not,it's a cat Isabelle.”I scratched her neck as I usually do. She respond

“Are you really not going to talk to me? I am really sorry…I just automatically shut down when things like that happen.” I was trying to apologize for my depression. “ You are so hard to hate, you know that?” Camille said, almost smiling as she folded a shirt. She was cleaning up her wardrobe.Camille was my best friend, but really, she was more like a sister to me. She was a few inches taller, with soft brown skin and long black curly hair that reached her back. Her big eyes were framed by long lashes, and she had heterochromia: one eye a warm brown and the other a vibrant green. She loved food but somehow never gained weight,no matter how much she ate.“If I forgive you,you are going to make me those French shell-shaped sponge cakes,” She said, raising an eyebrow at me.“ Lemon madeleines. Got it.” I nodded, and she pulled me into hug.“ Before anything else,I have to tell you, I have an interview today at 11:00 am at Banderas Étoile.” I said as we pulled apart.“ Nooo way!” Camill

It's been two days since I fainted and somehow ended up having dinner with a famous CEO in Spain. Life Is strange like that. Since I didn't get the job at Banderas Ètoile, I now work at a small café near the bank where Camille works as a teller. On the bright side, I get to see her often so not a total loss, right?“He was so handsome, oh my God!” she squealed, practically bouncing in her seat. “And those biceps? He's tall, Isabelle. Tall.”“ Okay, slow down.” I smirked. “So what you are telling me is….you're in love with a cop?”“Mhmmm.” she nodded dreamily.“I thought you hated them.” I furrowed my eyebrows.“Not after I saw him.” She grinned, twirling a fork like she was in a rom-com.“How did this happen? Wait…were you arrested?”“ No!” she laughed. “There was a fight at the bank yesterday, so the police came. And that's when I saw him. It was magical.”“So…you talked to him? or was it more like telepathic communication?” I teased.Before she could respond,“ISABELLE MANUEL.” Aaa

“Make sure they all burn to death,” a deep voice commanded. “Is the girl in there too?” another voice asked. “Yes,” came the reply. “Good. Call me when they turn to ashes.”“ You know the boss won't leave us if we do this the wrong way, so make sure you do your job.”“Understood?” He added.And they agreed.I heard the vehicle drive away, leaving only the crackle of fire and the sound of my own heartbeat. I stood outside the burning house, helpless, I couldn't move. The only thing moving was the stream of tears running down my face.“Isn’t that the girl?” a man’s voice shouted. “Shit! Hurry up and kill her! How did she even get out?”For a second, I wished for superpowers, something,anything to disappear from that moment. But deep down, I knew this was it. This was the day I’d die.Then thunder roared, and everything faded.I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. My heart was pounding so fast I thought it would burst out of my chest. I sat still, trying to calm down, but my hands wouldn

Slow English jam was heard in the living room and the delicious scent of fried eggs. I slowly stirred from sleep, the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. Lucas’s space was a sanctuary lush with vibrant green plants that thrived in every corner, their leaves brushing softly against the smooth wooden floors. The scent of fresh earth mingled with the faint aroma of sandalwood candles, creating an atmosphere both calming and alive.Rich, warm hues of caramel and deep emerald wrapped the room in luxury, from the velvet cushions piled casually on the leather armchair to the polished mahogany shelves lined with books and curious trinkets. A plush rug, soft underfoot, added a cozy touch to the otherwise sleek, modern design.“ Wow, I didn't know he loves jam,” I said, yawning.The door opened and Lucas came in with a tray of breakfast, it was the eggs, two sausages, burnt toast and a glass of milk. He was smiling so hard today like