Daze Of Deception Part 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

You know that strange awareness you get when someone is looking directly at you? It’s impossible to ignore. Finally, I opened one eye slightly. Just enough to see. Damien was leaning against the doorframe. Watching me. “Are you finished pretending?” he asked. I shut my eyes again. “Maybe.” His footsteps crossed the room slowly. Not rushed. Never rushed. The mattress dipped beside me. Then I felt his hand move a piece of hair away from my face. “You’re a terrible actress,” he said quietly. I sighed and opened my eyes.

My vision blurred. I looked up, trying to focus and froze. Rowan was walking toward us. Or… two Rowans? I squinted, swaying slightly. “Oh,” I murmured, a weak laugh slipping out. “See? Two Rowans are coming.” Selene caught me just as my knees gave out and the world went dark. ........ I woke up, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me. I looked up to see Rowan sitting on the couch with his laptop.

Chapter 8 The marble hallways on the 18th floor of Velmore Capital were silent, save for a firm step that advanced without hurry, yet without hesitation. The glass walls reflected light and shadow, revealing more than they concealed. A female figure emerged with the relentless calm of someone who knows exactly where she’s going. Her pearl-colored dress delicately outlined a composed presence, while a long, dark blue coat—carefully fitted—wrapped her in the elegance of a deliberate gesture. Each step seemed marked by an invisible metronome: measured, precise, leaving no room for distractions or doubts.

"But what if Mr. Zuo sees you like this?" Deja smirked. "Exactly." There was a long pause as her family processed her descent into chaos. Her mom just sighed and stared into her tea like it could tell her the future. Her dad shook his head like his stocks had dropped. Trevor muttered, "This is gonna be a long day." And Deja? She was already planning her next move. Stage One: Unwashed Glory. Stage Two: Accidental Office Poltergeist. Stage Three: Dominique catches feelings.

The tires screech as we tear through the streets, racing toward whatever horror is waiting for us. And the sinking feeling in my gut tells me— We might already be too late. As we near the penthouse, the city lights blur around us. Then— An explosion. A bright, fiery burst ignites the night sky. My breath catches. The penthouse. Engulfed in flames. And in that moment, I realize— Elias wasn’t just playing games. He was sending a message.

she whispered, her voice barely audible. Damon crouched beside the stone, his expression dark. “A marker. It’s their way of saying they’re watching.” Hazel’s hand instinctively moved to her pendant, its faint warmth now a burning heat against her skin. She knelt beside Damon, her fingers brushing against the stone. The moment she touched it, a searing pain shot through her head, and her vision blurred. --- Flashes of darkness consumed her mind—a throne bathed in fire, shadowy figures closing in, Damon standing alone with blood on his hands. A voice echoed in her ears, low and menacing: “The queen will fall. The king will break. And the darkness will reign.”

These were what flashed in his head like he was being programmed and without a second thought, he grabbed a flower vase and smashed it on her head. “Arrgh!” Alessia screamed in pain as the base destroyed completely, its flowers falling down in bits. Immediately, the doorbell rang and he spared her a last glance, watching her groan in pain before leaving the room. It was like he was being brainwashed because desperation pushed out some actions he couldn't control. He descended the stairs with long strides and getting to the main door in the sitting room, he opened the door to see a delivery girl. Earlier, he had ordered food for both him and his fiancée.

We need to act now before it becomes too late. Isabella pulled back, the impact of Clara's words crashing onto her. She wished to trust Clara, yet every aspect of their history led her to doubt the sincerity of the proposal. "I’m not sure," she replied, her voice shaking with unease. "I'm not certain whether I can rely on you, Clara." You have deceived me previously. “How can I be certain this isn’t another trap?”

Isabella’s voice echoed in my head, questioning everything that had led to this moment. The pieces were all scattered in my mind, but the picture was still incomplete, hazy with fear and doubt. Caleb stopped at the table, his lips curling into a devilish smile that sent chills down my spine. He laughed, a sound so devoid of warmth that it filled the room with a palpable sense of dread. Then, slowly, he sat down in the same chair the police chief had occupied earlier, as if claiming it for himself. He raised his hands in a mock gesture, as though he were about to take an oath, then dropped them just as theatrically.

"He still won't wake up. It seems I have to try something else." Prepared to employ a silver needle, Julia was taken aback when Jared's eyes gradually blinked open. Relief and surprise intermingled in her expression. "You're finally awake!" Julia exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and relief in her voice. Meanwhile, Jared faked a couple of coughs, a ploy to ease into consciousness. "I'm sorry about before. I didn't mean to," Julia apologized, her hand gently patting his back as an apology. As she continued her reassuring gestures, she noticed the intensity of his gaze fixed on her. Puzzled, she followed his line of sight and realized her drenched attire clung to her, revealing an unexpectedly