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They raised their hands high above their heads, with utmost fear and horror written on their faces. Their entire bodies were trembling violently. This was the first time that they had ever witnessed such a bloody and direct death right in front of their own eyes. In fact, Gibson’s mother, sister, and Max were so scared that they peed their pants. Charlie continued, “All six of you, kneel down at the back of the van with your hands on your heads. If anyone dares to make a move, I’ll kill you on the spot!” The six people hurriedly went to the back of the van and did as he told.

Not only did I survive the Arctic’s bitter cold for three months, but I gained five pounds as well. Color returned to my pasty face. The hair I lost in clumps due to anxiety had grown back with a vengeance. Tyler observed the data I had compiled and patted my shoulder emotionally. “Naomi, you’re meant to work in this field. I see the light in your eyes again.” I stared at the spectacular northern lights outside the window and smiled. That was right. I felt alive again. One evening on a weekend, I checked the time difference and FaceTimed my parents.

After a long pause, he sighed. "Nick," he said, "aren't you going to explain?" I replied steadily, "Dad, do you believe me? If you do, there's no need for an explanation. I'll show you the truth soon." After hanging up, I went on with life as usual. For a week, the scandal stayed glued to the top of the trending charts. Both Hilary and I were dragged through the mud. She vanished without a trace, while Ross fanned the flames online, escalating the pressure—not just on me, but on my parents and the company.

The Cordons came to the Westwoods for money and power. And Autumn… She had no idea. Grandpa adored Autumn. I couldn’t let her walk into this nightmare. I fought to get up. I wanted to call Autumn and warn her. Before I could dial her number, Franklin snatched my phone out of my hands and smashed it to pieces. “Don’t say a word,” he threatened. “Remember—you still have your grandpa to think of.” The crowd instantly erupted in an uproar. “Threatening a cancer patient with her elderly grandpa? What kind of monster is he?!”

Chapter 4: Not what I expected Rowan “I want you to investigate the recent campus deaths.” Tristan, the head of the Halo, mutters as he takes down his drink. Leaning back on my seat, I quirk a brow. “What campus deaths? The only thing I heard was that some kids were missing..” Tristan sifts his fingers through his pale golden hair and shakes his head with a sigh. “That’s what the news has been reporting, but it’s not quite accurate. Over the past six months, we’ve found bodies of students who have been decapitated.”

Hearing our parents' angry remarks, he chimed in, "Mom, Dad, you shouldn't worry too much. Whitney cares the most about Grandma. She'll definitely come back for her birthday party." With those words, my parents finally began to relax a little. Flynn, as usual, picked up the remote and turned on the TV, eager to catch the game. But he inadvertently switched to the local news channel. The headline was striking. [A body was discovered by a tourist in Wild Valley. Effective immediately, the area will be completely closed off to visitors.]

Nora P.O.V The warehouse loomed ahead, its steel exterior bathed in the pale glow of the distant streetlights. A thick, eerie silence blanketed the area, broken only by the occasional rustle of the wind against the stacked shipping containers. The air was tense, charged with the weight of the mission ahead. Inside, Layson and his son were being held captive by the Cutlers, and there was no telling what condition they were in. Our van was parked a few yards away, tucked into the shadows, where Cyber and his team monitored the interior movements. The dim glow of their screens illuminated their faces, their fingers flying over keyboards as they fed us real-time updates through our Bluetooth dev

Vance reached out, his long fingers cupping Kaelen’s jaw, his thumb dragging firmly across Kaelen’s lower lip. "It's over, Kae," Vance murmured softly, his baritone vibrating through Kaelen’s frame. "The ghosts are dead." Kaelen leaned into Vance’s touch, taking a deep, clean breath for the first time in six years. "Take me home, Vance." Vance slid his arm around Kaelen’s waist, pulling him flush against his side as they walked out of the ruined VIP box, leaving the wreckage of Arthur’s blood-money empire behind them forever. Here are a few ways we can continue Kaelen and Vance's

I’d heard enough about him to know what happened to people who crossed him. "I don’t have much time for you to keep thinking, Osline," He said. "How do you even know my name? I didn’t tell you my name or anything about my dad. How did you know?" "Our souls are intertwined. I know everything." He stepped closer. "Sixty days. That’s all I need from you. After that, you’re free. But if you don’t want that, you are free to walk away… without your father." He gestured, and one of his guards pulled out a contract while the other dialed the doctor’s number.

"I'm Dr. Sefton. This is the impatient ward at Charlie University Hospital in Bordaria." Winter sat up abruptly. "My dad! Where's my dad?" He pressed a hand lightly to her shoulder. "Your father's here too. He's been admitted. You suffered severe bleeding after the miscarriage. We just completed surgery. You're out of danger now." Winter let out a breath of relief. She gave him a self-deprecating smile. "Severe bleeding? I really thought I didn't make it." "I don't know what you've been through, but…" He trailed off with a thoughtful look on his face. His gaze paused on the dark bruises scattered across her body. After a brief silence, he continued, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.