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But it never came. My body was trembling, and every muscle in me screamed from fear and exhaustion. I forced my eyes open, blinking rapidly, expecting darkness — heaven, hell, something. But instead, I saw the same dim, smoke-filled warehouse, the same flickering fluorescent light that swung weakly from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows across the floor. I was still here and still breathing. My eyes darted to my right — and that’s when I saw Jack. He was sprawled on the cold concrete floor, blood spreading fast beneath him like spilled ink.

“Come on, Geo. I’m not out of my mind. Besides, that nerd embarrassed me.” “So that’s why you keep staring at her? I didn’t know that’s what you do to people who embarrassed you, or is she an exemption?” Even Wilder doesn’t know why he let that nerd get away with what she did to him. He keeps on trying to remember why that nerd’s face seems familiar. He shook his head to eliminate the thought and continue his actions. He went to his locker, and some of his teammates left the locker room. Before he left the locker room, his eye caught the Viagra in his bag that was about to fall.

He watched the middle-aged man dressed in a Police uniform step out of his car, his Black hair neatly trimmed on the sides with the middle fuller as he clutched onto his gun hanging on the left side of his waist. “ Hey!! Are you gonna shoot me too?.” Marco yelled angrily as he stepped in the Middle-aged Policeman’s way and watched him pass through, ignoring Marco. Shoot me too! These words replayed in his mind. Did someone shoot him before? Was that why he was laying there, in that pool of blood? If yes, then who was it? He thought out of curiosity as he racked his brain for a suitable answer but got nothing. His brain was blank, he had no memory whatsoever of how he ended up here or how thi

***** T.V: It is of a fact and proven that the golden Hollywood Actress, Amanda Udoh, had no hand in the death of Sarah Bright. Tony Wright, A nephew to Mr. Andrew Wright the CEO of Wright Pub—" “Stupid news.” Amanda said angrily, switching off the T.V with the remote control and throwing it to her brother, Drake, who was lying on a long couch in her living room, operating his phone.

The last thing she saw was the dizzying swirl of the garage ceiling, the harsh lights blurring into a single blinding disc, her breath rasping out in a choked, desperate gasp. Then, mercifully, darkness claimed her. Jack watched her collapse, his expression a curious blend of surprise and something akin to detached observation. He took a long, slow drag of his cigarette, the ember illuminating his face in the dim light, then exhaled a plume of smoke that dissolved into the stagnant air. “Well, shit,” he muttered, the words devoid of any real concern.

“See, no gun, okay? Just relax. You look like a fish out of water.” He settles on a chair, crossing his legs. “I expected more from you, darling. Getting scared over a few shots? That’s disappointing.” He mocks me. “Take a seat before you fall on your face.” He gestures to the edge of the bed directly opposite him. “Where is Jack’s body?” I dare to ask. “In the hospital, I guess.” My eyes widen in shock at how he says it. “Christ, he is not dead, Mel. Seat.”

" Alfie and Demi stared at me, eyes brimming with tears. They looked shocked but didn't immediately jump to blame me. Of course. I was the only one who had stepped up to help them yesterday, yet overnight, I had somehow become the one who hurt them. No one would know how to process something like that. Seeing that neither of them made a move, Madison grew impatient and shoved them forward. "What are you waiting for? The person who killed your daughter is standing right in front of you! Don't you want to avenge her?" I let out a quiet sigh and met Madison's gaze head-on. "The person in the security footage isn't me. I was at the hospital all night." Upon hearing that, Madison and Evan both lo

"Will Rafe sue them?" Jacob shook his head slowly. “Mr Charleston knew it was a waste of money and time. Judges and prosecutors will not sue the police if Mr. Wilder didn't pay them dearly. After all, why sue someone who is already dead? For Mr. Wilder, the case is closed. All parties involved are dead. He doesn't need to trouble himself by suing the Las Vegas police." “This is a completely new life for me. The line between black and white here is really very confusing.”

I said in the same pitch, still resting my head on his chest. "Sure he said while securing his hand tightly on my waist. Jack was still looking at us with you both gonna die today. Look in his eyes. As I was lazily shown the picture to Skyler and enjoyed seeing Jack in distress from the corner of my eyes. I saw Zanvil entering the living room.

"It's not like you and I were dating—you were all lovey-dovey with Evelyn!" "That's not the point!" Wilder approached me, furious and madder than a bull from his imposing height, but I'm not afraid of him. He stops right in front of me, staring down at my face. "You had a bag of drugs under your bed, and now it finally makes sense—it probably belonged to my junkie brother!"