Diary Of Black Mad Woman Mga Nobela at Kwento

"There's no name! She was a Jane Doe! Find me every single record of unidentified female bodies from that day!" Like a mindless thug, he ransacked the records room, scattering files everywhere. The staff trembled in fear of the black-suited Soldati behind him and could only cooperate shakily. Every record of an unidentified female body made Matteo's heart leap with dread. Some had been hit by cars beyond recognition. Some had died on the street from drug overdoses. That was until he saw one particular record: [Number 748: Unidentified female, approximately 25 years old. Cause of death: Advanced-stage stomach cancer. Personal effects: None.

Cum drying on my skin, pussy pulsing at their words. “This isn’t funny. I demand you delete it. All of it. Right now. I won’t tell anyone about your stupid blackmailer friend, okay? Just give me my phone and let me leave.” Alex stood and gently took my hand again, pulling me toward the door while the others followed. His touch stayed warm and confident, like he knew I was still buzzing from the sex. “We’re not monsters, Mia. Charming deal, right? More money, more of what you clearly crave. Rough cocks, dirty talk, getting passed around until you can’t walk straight.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

************** Lena’s POV When my phone buzzed with a call from one of Dominic’s assistants, I thought nothing of it. I was at home, folding laundry, humming to myself while Eliana coloured at the table. But the assistant’s voice on the other end was tight, uncertain. “Miss Hart, I… I thought you should know. A woman—was at Mr Black’s office today. She didn’t have an appointment. She just… walked in. And she acted like…” The words blurred after that. My chest went cold, my fingers tightening around the phone until my knuckles turned white.

"You own a billion-dollar company." "That's surprisingly different." She rolled her eyes. Five minutes later, the safe clicked open. Apparently billionaires had useful skills after all. Inside rested only three items. A handgun. A photograph. And a journal. The atmosphere shifted immediately. Because journals had already changed their lives once. Damian carefully removed it. The cover looked worn. Frequently handled. Frequently read. The name embossed on the front made both of them freeze. Charles Blackwood. Silence filled the room. Slowly, Damian opened the journal.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

The pain and darkness of the past had completely dissolved. Golden spring sunlight streamed through the window and warmed my skin. The tiramisu Conrad had just brought rested on the coffee table, sweet and tempting. On my phone was the medical report sent by the nurses. “The results came in, Conrad. There’s something I need to tell you.” “Go on.” “Um… don’t get too excited.” Conrad immediately walked over, a hint of tension on his face. “No matter what it is, I’ll be here with you.” I held back a laugh and turned the screen toward him.

, she said moving closer to me. Okay it's official, this woman is crazy . "What the fuck are you saying?". "I need you to fuck me, one last time please, okay I'll do anything you want me to do, I'll pay you, or let's just go back to how things were initially, no attachment, just sex I will pay you whatever it is that you want, I'll give you everything, I just want you to fuck me okay please?". I stood up. "No I'm not going to do that shit, are you crazy?".

That was why I hoped they were all sleeping in their respective beds as I lazily dragged my feet towards the building with my black work-heels in my left hand and my bag in the other. It didn't come as a surprise when I walked into a lively, bubbly living room though. It was diary night after all. All attention was diverted to me the moment I stepped in, Bisi not making the heat of the spotlight any cooler as she ran forward and imprisoned me in a tight embrace like I'd been gone for centuries. Then she started bombarding me with reprimands and questions. "Sister mi this, sister mi that...did you even eat today?... you're just returning at this hour?...can't you just quit your job?"