Detective Joe

One decision and one day changed her life forever. "Yes I will keep it safe. "Can a few seconds or minutes shatter your life like never before? Mia, a girl who is very kind and loving with a smart mouth. She has to face the biggest dilemma of her life that is to either forgive or seek REVENGE. Sean never chose this life rather it was forced upon him. He always wanted to live like a normal person but can he? Or the coming of Mia into his life change his view about life altogether? Can their love make them forget the past and forgive each other? Or will revenge become heavier and sweep their lives out?

My younger sister, Angela Schrute, got married at 20. By 21, she already had a child. I'm Elizabeth Schrute, 27 years old, and still unmarried. Over the years, I've brought home a few boyfriends. But every time the subject of marriage comes up, my father, Michael Scrute, will take them into his study. I don't know what he said to them. But whenever they come out of that room, they will turn cold and frightening. It's like their hands are itching to wrap around my throat and squeeze the life out of me. My latest boyfriend thinks Dad is being unreasonable… until he follows him into the study. When he emerges, his eyes burn with rage. He breaks up with me on the spot and slaps me. Twice. I still can't figure it out. What is it that drives each of them away? And what secret is hiding in Dad's study?

I opened my eyes to a sharp sting in my arm. Pushing up my sleeve, I froze. A dense line of jagged letters had been carved into the skin of my right forearm: [This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.] Beneath the warning, three crooked tally marks were etched deep into my arm.

In a sleepy town in the outskirts of Massachusetts, a young woman is suspected of murder. When handsome young men begin to disappear and their mutilated bodies discovered, they all had one thing in common: she was the last one who saw them alive. Could the seemingly innocent and beautiful woman be capable of murder? Or do her scarlet lips and seductive gaze know more than they let on?

My husband, who was a drug enforcement police officer, personally got me into rehab. My son was cheering on the side, saying that he no longer had to see me under the influence for a long time. After I was discharged, I discovered my husband moved in with his lover and our son. I begged him to come back and told him that someone would kill me. He did not believe me. Instead, he said coldly, “If you die, you better end up in a trash can. Otherwise, I’d have to deal with your body.” My son cheered at the side. “Mommy is finally gone!” After a week, I was dismembered. My body parts were found in multiple trash cans. He was the police in charge of the case.

I had just gotten home when a parent in my son’s class group chat erupted: [Ms. Zinn, what kind of place are you running? Do you let just any random stray off the street become a teacher?] [My daughter came home, grabbed two forks, and tried to jump off the balcony. She said it was Miss Never who told her to!] The homeroom teacher panicked and denied it at once, insisting there was no such person as Miss Never at the kindergarten. She even posted the official teaching schedule in the chat to prove it. On the security footage, there was not a single trace of this so-called Miss Never. However, later, my son whispered to me in secret, “Mom, Miss Never is an old lady with a cat’s face.” “She says only kids can see her.”

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.

I'm on track to be a top student, but I end up taking the SAT twice. The first time, I score high enough to get into Westbridge University. The second time, my score qualifies me for Northfield University. Each time, I score over 1500. Yet when the admissions teams see my name, not a single school admits me. At first, I think it must be some kind of background check, certain they've found something in my record. But my parents are honest, hardworking people. They've never broken the law. They wouldn't even harm a fly. So I try a third time. My SAT score is 1580, and my GPA is still perfect. This time, I apply to Crestwood University, thinking I finally have it in the bag. The Crestwood University admissions officer arrives full of cheer, but the moment he sees my name, he freezes, immediately realizing there is no way I will be accepted. I rack my brain, trying to figure out what is wrong with my name. Why does seeing it make every school hesitate, even though my scores are perfect?

Sudah hampir sekitar 2 minggu proses pencarian dilakukan oleh tim penyelamat yang dikerahkan oleh Joe untuk mencari Angel, Samuel dan juga anak perempuan Jordi yang tak lain adalah Draniela. Angel dan Samuel melompat ke laut untuk menyelamatkan Draniela yang terjatuh dari kapal pesiar. 10 unit Helikopter dan 20 unit kapal penyelamat turun ke TKP untuk mencari mereka bertiga. Bahkan, komandan dari tim penyelamat menambahkan 10 unit Helikopter lagi untuk ikut serta dalam proses pencarian tersebut. Tapi tetap saja, tanda-tanda dari mereka bertiga belum juga terlihat sampai sekarang. Joe dan yang lainnya sudah di kembalikan ke pantai untuk menghindari hal-hal yang tidak diinginkan. Lalu, Helikopter unit 5 mendarat di pinggir pantai. Melihat itu, Joe, Chelsea dan yang lainnya langsung berlari menghampiri Helikopter yang baru saja tiba. “Pak! Bagaimana? Sudah ada tanda-tanda dari teman saya!?” Tanya Fanny dengan raut wajah yang tampak cemas. “Pak! Bagaimana dengan anak saya!?” Tanya Desya. Tapi, seorang dari tim penyelamat yang baru saja turun dari Helikopter itu tidak menjawab sepatah katapun. Dia hanya menggelengkan kepala dengan raut wajah yang sedih. Melihat itu, Fanny langsung lemas dan terduduk di tanah dengan wajahnya yang mulai memerah dan seketika, air matanya menetes.

Two months remained until debut evaluation night. Before our unit performance, our main dancer suddenly offered me her center position. I stared at her, confused, "The trainers always praise your stage presence. Why give up your spot?" "You... you deserve center more than I do." Her smile was painfully forced, and she was fidgeting with her practice clothes - obviously not saying what she really felt. Puzzled by her strange behavior, I asked, "Are my moves too big? Am I making it hard for you to perform?" She suddenly started shaking, looking at me with pure fear in her eyes. After what felt like forever, she finally choked out, "Please, just stop. I won't try to compete with you for center anymore!"