The dream, again

SHAWNI was running.The night was a suffocating, impenetrable wall of blackness, and I was running like my very existence depended on it. My chest burned with every frantic, ragged breath I sucked in, the frigid air scraping against my lungs like broken glass. I couldn't see my own hands in front of my face, couldn't see the ground beneath my feet, but I could feel them. Shadows. Entities. Monstrous, unseen things were right behind me, their cold breathing echoing directly against the nape of my neck.I whipped my head back in absolute terror, trying desperately to glimpse whatever was hunting me—and because I looked back, I never saw the edge.My feet suddenly hit empty air.A breathless gasp escaped my throat as my balance vanished completely. I plunged downward into a pitch-black abyss, the force of the fall dragging me into its terrifying depths like a physical hand. Gravity ripped the air straight from my lungs as I screamed, a long shriek of pure horror that echoed into nothin

Alarm bells

SHAWNI turned off the water, wrapped a plush white towel around my waist, and walked into the walk-in closet to select a casual outfit. My mother had, thank heavens, conveyed my clothes from the family house to the Senator's estate.My grandfather though… unfortunately, hadn't spoken a single word to me since my arrest. Not a call. Not a visit. Not even a text message. Even a cold one would have been better than nothing.I let out a heavy, bitter sigh, ignoring the stinging flash of pain that pierced my heart. The old man had finally given up on me. He must have, undoubtedly, heard the widespread rumors that I had orchestrated the fake truck accident, and he had believed every word of it.Yet was it right that he would discard me completely?I was his own blood for fuck sake. Even if I killed someone, he should help me bury the person, not push me away! What manner of grandfather was he? Tch!My face still set in a scowl, I finished dressing in a simple charcoal crewneck sweater and

Alarm bells II

SHAWN"Get out!" I dismissed the maid with a harsh wave of my hand, ignoring her frightened scramble out of the room.Then I bolted back up the stairs into the suite, my pacing frantic and erratic as I grabbed my phone again. What the fuck was Miranda up to now?! How dare she preach to me about respecting boundaries and avoiding trouble, when she was actively going out of her way to court absolute catastrophe?!Somehow, deep in my gut, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was sitting across from Elara at this very second. But why?! What sick, twisted leverage was she trying to play?!"FUCK!" I screamed in pure frustration, slamming my fist against the doorframe.I zoomed in on the photo Miranda had posted, clicking on the subtle, automated geotag embedded in the corner of the image. The application immediately resolved the coordinates, pulling up the name of an elite, top-tier establishment in the heart of the city: L'Étoile Prime.I cussed violently under my breath, turning on

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The dream, again

Alarm bells

Alarm bells II