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He can feel someone touch his face until he loses complete consciousness. “Mom… Kara, Mara…” he called until he completely gave in. Those three words are his last words before he died as if he was trying to call his family. After a minute, the guy who is in front of Fletcher’s dead body, slowly stands on the ground and puts his hands on his pocket. “Clean this mess. And also, prepare the records for his shipment,” he ordered his men. “Yes sir!” his men answered in chorus. He smiled a bit then took his cellphone from his pocket.

She stumbled, curling into a ball on the ground while covering her ears. “Say your nightly prayers, girly. There is no escape.” The hideous stranger’s voice echoed in her ears, followed by his maniacal laughter. It aggravated the pain in her head, gradually causing Jordane to lose consciousness.

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers

I thought we would grow old together. Then Arthur destroyed Silver Moon. The shard shifted. Every deep breath was agony. Ian told me there was no saving me. The shard had torn through everything. My heart was already shredded tissue. I was only still breathing because my brain hadn't caught up. I asked how long. Three days, Ian said. That was enough. I spent the first day sorting my family's things and my own. I used what time I had left to make sure Arthur would regret this for whatever years he had left.

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Have you thought about that? "That doesn't give me the right to stand by while you keep hurting people!" Anne's voice was unwavering. "I'm giving you one day. Turn yourselves in. If you don't, I'll go to the police myself." The recording ended abruptly. The next audio file was timestamped the following night. The night of the murders. Daniel stopped breathing. Anne's terrified scream burst from the speakers. "What are you doing?!" Then came the sounds of a violent struggle. Anne fighting desperately.

Your entire family will be driven out of this city! Several guards rushed forward together, pinning down the coworkers standing in front of me. David tried to stop them, but one strike from a stun baton sent him crashing to the floor. The sickening smell of burnt flesh quickly filled the lobby. Those monsters had actually turned the voltage all the way up. I forced myself to stay conscious, barely managing to prop myself halfway upright. Then suddenly, someone grabbed me by the throat from behind. Sophie stood in front of me, smiling with cruel delight.

“This is just the tip of the iceberg. But it’s enough. I’m done. I’m drained. I’m tired. So tired. I don’t even know what I’m doing here—breathing, living, existing. My entire life feels like a cruel joke written by you, starring the version of me you forced me to become.” I sucked in a shaky breath and let it out slowly, my voice suddenly colder. “But hey, the next time someone asks you about me, you tell them: She’s dead. Gone. Vanished without a trace. And don’t you dare let your poisonous mouth say my name ever again.” Silence. The kind that makes your ears ring. And then- of course - Chester opened his mouth. “We never asked you to protect us.” My eyes snapped to him. “What?”

With a sigh of contentment, I snuggled under the covers and soon drifted off to sleep. The sound of my phone blaring woke me up a few hour later. I rolled to the side of the bed where I had kept my phone. I opened one bleary eye, stared at the screen. It was Damian. Amelia must have told him what had happened. I ignored the call. I realized it was a little past the time to take the meds. I took them, lay back down and was already dozing when my Damian called again. "Leave me alone," I groaned.