Novel & Cerita Buried In The Backwater

After searching for him everywhere, Kayla finally found her boo. He was seated downstairs, in the smallest and cosy living area of the mansion. They hardly used that living room and only came there for some alone time. The living room had a glass window which enabled one to see the beautiful view of the backyard. Whoever was in the room could see the backyard but people in the backyard couldn't see the inside. Brian had been in there for a while and he had seen everything going on in the event.

he said back to his assistant. Xurden didn’t wait for an answer from Sebastian. He walked to the east, going deeper into the forest. Sebastian looked at him before his assistant moved in a different direction. He heard whispers from the back of the trees that he ignored. It wasn’t surprising that there were ghosts lurking around the forest floor because the entire land where the trees grew was an abandoned cemetery. He passed several broken tombstones before he reached the clearing where there was a little pond covered with water lilies. A dying tree stood in the middle of the water. Its branches were darkening. The whispers were still there, circling him. He only turned his head to the left

MADDOX The scent of damp earth and aged whiskey lingered in the hidden basement, a room concealed beneath layers of stone and secrecy. The dim, flickering light of a single bulb cast jagged shadows across the walls, dancing like restless phantoms. This was my sanctuary, my hell, and my throne. It was here that I could drown in the twisted symphony of my memories without the weight of eyes judging my every move.

STATUS: THE DESCENT. The Old Water Treatment Plant was a monument to the city’s failed promises. It was a sprawling, subterranean complex of massive concrete vats, rusted filtration pipes, and stagnant pools of chemical sludge. It had been abandoned decades ago when the Ministry realized it was cheaper to simply dump Sector 8's waste into the ocean than to treat it.

The silence of Istanbul’s underground tunnels was deceptive. What appeared to be abandoned, damp stone corridors whispered with secrets—every drip of water echoing like a warning. The deeper the team went, the clearer it became: Lazarus had carved his lair into the very underbelly of the ancient city.

KYLIE'S POV The three of us did our best to stay close to each other. But the pull of the water was relentless, and it took great effort to fight it off. Even then, they went deeper and deeper into the sea, until we were faced with strange ruins that rose beneath us like drowned cathedrals. Their columns leaned into one another, and were covered in weeds, and all their broken arches were framed with endless black substances. Like moss, but black. I don't know what that was called.

The youngest Don known to man. Standing tall, looking at everyone with indifference and a cold glare, I sit in the warehouse- My ice-ridden glares shoving down the throats of those in debt. I was at another deal, only there to settle my own between a protected member. My face twisted darker as I saw one of the men in debt enter. Frank Amery. A complete low-life asshole would be an understatement to describe him. he consistently came back, begging for more time to pay off his endless debts to the famiglia.

Damian wasn’t just back from the dead. He had come to bury us for good.

Maria Reyes The smell hit me first. Old, wet earth and something rotten. Mold, thick and cloying, rising from the cracked leather seats beneath me. I was crammed into the back of this dead car, a rusty old sedan abandoned in a forgotten corner of a crumbling car park. The rusty metal walls of the sedan felt like a coffin.

Dad glanced down at his phone, and his smug smile deepened a little more. "See? He hasn't moved in two hours." He thrust the phone screen right in front of my uncle, Arnold Bowen, jabbing his finger at the stationary red dot a couple of times. "This brat's definitely sulking and hiding out on some sheltered slope having a nap. I know him too well. The moment he runs into any difficulty, he wants to curl up and hide just like his mother.