Novel & Cerita Crime Suspense Stories 22

The stirrups kept my legs spread wide, completely helpless as he used me. The nurse’s footsteps moved closer to the hallway. Dr. Crowe slammed into me harder, his hand tightening over my mouth. “Don’t you dare scream. Bite my hand if you have to, but stay quiet while I fill this greedy cunt.” The extreme danger pushed me right to the edge. Every thrust felt electric. His cock hit that perfect spot over and over while his body pressed me down into the table. I came violently.

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

I walked to the doorstep and made for the door to see what was going on, but a loud crash made my hand stop on the door knob. "Do you think we're joking with you?!! Where is my money?!!", I heard a rough voice question loudly. Confused, I peeped through the hole on the cracked window and my eyes widened in horror when I saw twelve men all dressed in black surrounding my father who was tied with ropes, his eyes swollen and his lips burst and bleeding. What the hell was going on?!! "I've told you...", My father spat blood from his mouth. "I didn't steal your money, Chris-"

I hope the translator will understand it. "ODDIO! Non deve saperlo. Scopri solo chi c'è dietro. Spero solo che non siano le persone che mi stanno dando la caccia perché farò in modo di friggere quel teschio e farci una zuppa piccante," Cassius said. His voice was tight, angry. I kept typing. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might explode. "Ma non pensi che Crystal debba confermare, è sua sorella, almeno per poter confermare il cadavere, se è davvero quello di sua sorella o cosa succede se non è quello di sua sorella," Raven said.

My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled it out and slowly opened the box. The crystal came into view. It was bigger than I'd thought, glimmering with a drop of blood in it. I barely had a moment to admire it when I heard the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking behind me. Slowly, I turned and wasn’t surprised to see Katarina had her gun pointed at me, her smile now wicked. "Give it up, Luca. You’ve been surrounded," she said. My eyes scanned the cemetery. Just then, figures in all black emerged from the shadows like ghosts in the cemetery.

But strapped to it were thick leather restraints—arms, ankles, chest. Something had happened here. Something had been done here. Beverly crouched near the shelves, brushing dust from a tape labeled J-12. “If these are the ones who didn’t make it… then how are they recorded?” I stared at the chair. “Someone’s watching. Someone’s always been watching.” My phone buzzed again, flickering. 17%. Then I saw it—another crack. This time in the back wall. Subtle. Thin. I stepped toward it. This one didn’t need to be pried. It opened at my touch.

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

Night weighed heavily on the tower, darkness enveloping the place like a suffocating shroud. Mina, Shadi, and Ashraf stood at the entrance, their eyes closed against the horrifying sight before them. Through his hastily parked car, Detective Mohamed looked broken, his features ripped with terror, stunned as if he had just crawled out of a battle with otherworldly creatures. On the floor, journalist Susan was no longer a woman but a single shadow—she collapsed, her tears mingling with the blood that stained her face and clothes. Her breaths came in sharp, jerky bursts, and her bullets echoed in the silence like buried screams emerging from an open grave.

"It seems that this pack has been in remote parts of the country for many years, which is why they have remained undiscovered for so long." "That explains why they survived so long," Reese said. That was true, but a much more important question came to mind. "Why are you telling us this?" Not that that wasn't interesting, but it didn't explain my boss's behavior. "There's a very simple reason for that." Jilin hesitated a moment, then pushed the folder towards me. But she left her hand on it. “That is all the information we have gathered about the Drein so far. But not all of them are beautiful and some of them can bring back bad memories. ”Jilin looked me in the eye. “Grace, these tattoo num

Hellooo Loves, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? I apologize for the late update but thank you so much for being patient with me. We’ve now come to the end of Arabella’s and Alexander’s story but as seen, Dex’s and Veronica’s isn’t over yet. There’ll be a short book attached to this one for Dex’s and Veronica’s story. Then after their story is done, we’ll have bonus chapters on Alex and Ara, where we’ll get to know about their lives after high school. This will not be now, though because I’ll be completing my other book—My Stepbrother—in June along with writing my new book.