Novel & Cerita Exposed

It was morning already. The cold, pale orange sun was sitting high up there in the sky, poking its head around the clouds. The air hung heavy with the smell of dry bush and bonfires. The cottage still kept its silence, swarm of files buzzing in and out the stubby window. The already smelly corpse had attracted them, perching for a taste of blood or any exposed organ of the two.

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Alive. *

Roy replied, sounding unaffected by his beta’s presence, even though he was fuming inside. “Uh, okay. I just wanted to tell you that my dad is back.” Roy could tell Elijah was nervous because, as a werewolf he could smell both their arousals, so he was aware of what they were doing or about to do and was afraid of what Roy’s reaction would be when they’re eventually alone. “Wait outside. I'll join you in a minute.” he said to Elijah, who nodded and immediately left the living room without another word. “I’m sorry about that.” he apologized to an abashed Kimberly, who only nodded, her eyes not meeting his, as she was unable to look at him after what just happened, neither was she able to form

Terra felt as though she was going to throw up from her heart pounding against her injured ribcage. Jamie was going to let them leave. Terra watched the boots again, now adjacent to her. Keeping her eyes focused on them, Terra beckoned Noah with her other hand to come closer. Terra scampered as far back as she could against the hard metal and tried to watch what was happening, but it was still so dark that it was hard to discern the shapes and sizes from her awkward angle. Instead, she turned her attention to Noah, who was on the floor in front of her. Terra waved to him, beckoning him to her location.

Wait, I think I'm going to throw up ughh. I was about to stand up and I looked at myself and I have no clothes on. Literally nothing, not even my shorts, completely naked! Well, I do have fine lines, not stretch marks I don't have those. I looked on the other side to find my clothes and it was there.... right on top of someone. That someone is right beside me and it's a GUY! His back was facing me and why does he have no shirt on? Does he have no shorts on? Wait let me.... No no no Dianna stay away, don't look. Just take the clothes hurry and go.

I pull until the plaster cracks. "Where are you?" I scream, my voice cracking with desperation. "Show yourself!" I rip a panel from the wall, and there it is. A small, black lens, blinking with a tiny red light. It is embedded in the wiring, a parasite feeding on my privacy, listening to every breath I take. "You’re dead," I hiss at the camera. "You hear me? You are dead." I smash it with the iron poker. The glass shatters, and the red light goes out. I stand there, chest heaving, the room feeling like a coffin. I have been exposed. Every word, every movement, every secret I thought I had kept... they have it all.

Tomo said as he called out to the waiter. "Wow it's getting cold these days," Ishi said as they went out of the bar and walk towards the convenience. A lot of people were hanging outside the bars saying their hellos and goodbyes. Some people are just starting their night, and some are already drunk and passed out along the street. They went inside the convenience store and decided to smoke outside while waiting for Nato.

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The moment Zach saw the footage, his mind went completely blank. For the first time, he was clearly seeing the inhuman cruelty I had gone through in that hell. Each image felt like a venom-tipped blade stabbing straight into his chest. He lunged in desperation for the exit to go after me, but the press swarmed around him. All he could do was fumble for his phone and dial my number, only to be met by the mechanical voice saying that the user was unavailable to answer his call.