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Chapter One: The Glass Conservatory Forty – eight hours later, I stepped off a private jet and into a wall of suffocating heat. The island smelled of salt, wet earth, and predatory intent. This was Franco’s arena – a lush, emerald cage designed to strip away our civilised masks and see what monsters lurked beneath.

In days past, it had overthrown the mighty giant trolls, slew dozens of champions, and wiped out the last of the human troops. The chief proceeded, “You will empower your assistance for our troops and you will relinquish your existence for the glory of Redberg!” The combatants applauded. “These demonic Islanders have terrorized us for too long! It is time we strike them out for good!” More glees rose from the prestige. Cornelius could only understand one thing, his hatred against the Islander. He cherished demise as much as these Islanders cherished life, and he was not scared of their vampire who hid in the call of blood. He had already figured out what he was going to do.

Ellie “How did it go?” I asked with deep curiosity. Murray and Isla were both back from the pack house, and I needed to know what went down before I would burst open in my state of pent-up curiosity. I glanced over at Murray sitting on a wooden chair beside the door, he quietly lit up the cigarette that he held between his lips. I could see his eyes were swollen from the tears he shedded to solidify the fake news, and some part of his arm had dried bloodstains---dried fake bloodstains. “We're to bury our dead. I guess our plan went down well,” Isla said as she and Manny stood beside the corpse, “Now you've got to get this corpse breathing once more,” I turned and watched her go over to a rac

They took a step ahead with lustful eyes, eyeing me as if I am a piece of meat. "I- I mean" I took two steps back "I will give you money, jewels, land, anything you want" I made my point clear but it seems like they were too lost in their own world to give heed to my words. The tears again started pricking my eyes. Is there anyone who is actually a human on this island? One man moved fast and his hand came up to touch me but I reflex and moved back. "Bambina" he finally spoke and disgustingly licked his lips.

The smell of blood mixed with decay hit him like a wave, making him frown involuntarily. His face paled when he saw the dark red chunks of flesh mixed with bits of bones in the bag, hands trembling as he gripped the bag. "This…they're truly monsters!" Zack said, his tone filled with pity. After putting on gloves, he carefully took all the chunks of flesh and bits of bones out of the bag. "This is just too cruel!" Zack's eyes reddened, looking beyond enraged. Seeing him like this, I suddenly recalled how, three years ago, his eyes were just as red in anger—all because I was kneeling at the door, begging him not to kick me out.

“I thought dying was better than living as a secret. But I survived. Barely. I crawled out through the back before the car exploded. I lived on the streets — hidden, forgotten. And all I could think about… was how unfair it was that she got everything.” Just then, Isabella appeared in the doorway, her voice quiet. “I would’ve loved you.” Caramel turned in shock. “You didn’t have to become me,” Isabella said, her voice cracking. “You could’ve just… been my sister.” “It was too late for that,” Caramel whispered. A noise echoed behind them — soldiers filing in behind Karl. Caramel’s eyes darted with panic. “No! You’re not taking me back into the dark!” She lunged. A knife flashed from her sleev

The fact that we were not going to be friends didn't mean we should be enemies. I had just finished unpacking my things and was about to get into bed with a new novel from my favorite author when Clarrisa decided to torment me again. ''Do they not talk at all where you come from or are the rumours true?'' My heart stopped beating for a second and I tried not to look as scared as I was. ''What rumours?'' She was on her feet in an instant with the graceful elegant movement of a gymnast. ''That your father made your entire family cut their tongue out and then eat it --''

Bastian gave the code, and Regan ran with the suitcase to the forward bow of the ship, where there was a small helicopter. "Arghh!" Bastian winced in pain as Carlo elbowed Bastian's wounded abdomen until the choke was released. Carlo pulled out his gun and turned toward Bastian. Dor Byur... Bastian fell into the ocean with blood oozing out of it. Bastian winces as his arm is scratched by a bullet. He notices Carlo pulls out a gun; unfortunately, even though he dodges, his skin is still scratched. Bastian swims to the other side. Carlo was still standing by, pointing the gun towards the ocean. Carlo was now back on the ferry.

He couldn't code himself, so someone was hired to code everything according to his instructions. Flattery kept pouring in. He began living the high life, carefree and unbothered. Nancy felt like she had finally made it. She even got engaged to Chester. When the assistant brought over all the recent CCTV footage of Chester at Watch Group, I noticed that he texted someone on his smartwatch every night. I zoomed in on the conversation and realized they were communicating via Morse code. The other party was saying that they planned to steal again next week. It seemed Chester wasn't about to give up just yet.

I thought of Eric, the gay man I knew. As I recalled him, my vision blurred. The empty space in front of me darkened and twisted, creating black holes. The holes distorted eerily, expanding and contracting in a strange rhythm. I stared at them, narrowing my eyes. When I pressed my hand against the man’s shoulder and trembled, they were all faces. The faces swirled like black holes. Staring at those chilling holes, I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes. When I blinked again, the black holes filling my world were gone. I was still being carried by the man, and the background was the old corridor. My face paled as I searched my mind.