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Blood spread across the marble tiles, slow and dark, like an offering. I lowered the gun and took a slow breath. My hand didn’t shake, it doesn't anymore. The room was quiet now, quiet enough to hear the hum of the security camera above. I turned toward it, tilted my head, lifting my gaze, and stared directly into the lens. Let them see, Let them all see what's coming for them. I walked over to the oak desk, placed the pistol down with care, and reached into my clutch for a single red playing card. The Queen of Hearts.I tucked it into the breast pocket of his jacket. My signature, actually it's a game I love playing with their minds, let them worry and think of who's next. Let them wonder in

I was wrong “ Let me go” She shouted as I carried her with me. I held her tight that she could not move for a moment “ I want to kill her. She killed my son. I want her dead” She kept on shouting that I had to hold her with one hand and keep my other hand on her mouth “ Let me go” she kept of producing muffled sounds but I knew what she was talking about

, She says in an angry tone. "I also have no interest in reading your diary. I just wanted to see what is the reason for your coming here and now I have come to know that reason. After reading what you wrote, I have come to know that whatever I was telling you just now, was right and you also know that everything I told you before is also true. I told you earlier also, I don't want to harm you in any way. I just wanted to tell you the truth at that time and I have already told you that. Smaran loved you falsely in the beginning. He had falsely pretended to love you and if I obey you and also believe that he fell in love with you later. But now it seems to me that since she has come to know t

Her features closed as she lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, her eyes vacant as if thinking of a thousand things or a thousand details. - I won't let myself be loved, everything I've ever loved has died or been destroyed. I made a promise a long time ago too that I wouldn't let love for anything beat me. - His hands came up and his eyes fixed on his fingers. - Loving is like killing, it always involves death.

Leta says and I wish I could feel sorry for her, but I don’t. “I killed my parents.” We all turn to look at souls shocked. “What? They were both shitty people, my mom soul my sister to any man that will pay and bought drugs with the money. My dad was a gay drunk who molested young boys including me and when I was old enough, I started with my mom. She was high as fuck when I stabbed her in the heart and stood there watching her till, she took her last breath. I wanted to be sure she was dead; I could not take chances and my dad. Well, I waited for him to come to my room as usual, he was drunk out of his mind reeking of alcohol, didn’t even notice that his wife was dead in the living room whe

NOTE: This book is a sequel to my first book name 'Love and lies' but you guys can read this book as a stand-alone book as well because I planned to add all the main points of the first book in this one so you won't have to read the previous part all you guys have to do is to wait patiently until I reveal them one by one as per the plot requirements. Thanks. °^°^°^° Elie "Elina, My Sweetheart, where are you hiding?" Hearing his velvet voice made me drop into a pool of sweat as I gulped my saliva in fear.

💋Addicted To You💋 [More Than A One Night Stand🍆💦] . By: Kamara B. Blake . #Season_2: Chapter Seven😘 . ❤️❤️❤️ "What a god damn day," Lucas muttered under his breath walking up the marbled cobblestone sidewalk to his front door. Catching something in the corner of his eye, he stopped to take a step back. He pressed his face against the window, squinting to get a better look.

“Would he?” Moira silent. Didn’t need words. Question hung heavy. Brutal. Somewhere in woods, Killian ran. From ruins. Prophecy. Man he loved. How love someone meant to destroy you? How hold someone already lost?

“Lust stays for a moment, love stays. Lust is impatient, love waits. Lust burns, love warms. Lust destroys, but love? Love kills” When the clock hit midnight, I gave up. I wasn’t going to find him and that made me more sad.