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Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

Emma's Escape As Emma's fingers brushed against the wall, she felt a surge of hope mixed with a dash of fear. The writing had stopped, but she knew she wasn't alone. With her hands bound, she used her feet to search for any inconsistencies in the wall, her toes wiggling as she felt for any slight variations in texture or temperature. The wall seemed to stretch on forever, a seemingly impenetrable barrier between her and freedom.

If he did catch whoever it is. Taking out the hair. His hands touched the small pink teddy bear he saw in Lucas basement. And the letter M that was inscribed in it. “M” He pushed the chair backwards, stood up from it. The missing fact was it? Is she? There’s only one way to find out. He went back to his file, finding everything from the Cartel case. He pulled out the file and went back to his seat. And flipped it, searching for the girl. He came across her picture. Her name was written beneath it.

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

The day had been long and tiring, full of unexpected events. I bent over to set the alarm for tomorrow and reached for my book. I have been engrossed in a collection of traditional fairytales with a mafia spin. They were captivating, and I cherished the quiet moments when I could indulge in reading them. Stephanie Swann was one of my favourite authors, and I loved the worlds she created in her books, especially the morally ambiguous male characters and fierce female leads. After devouring three chapters, I glanced at the clock and sighed in disappointment, realizing I would have to wait until tomorrow to read more.

"She stole it! Everyone saw it. The necklace was in her bag!" All eyes turned to Emma, who remained calm and composed. She addressed the officers, "I request a fingerprint analysis of the necklace. Let's see how I could have stolen something without leaving my fingerprints on it."

BELLA The 21-year-old girl from North Carolina, missing for ten months, found dead. Suicide or murder?—the morning headline said. I was tired of hearing Mamma’s sob every time I entered this house. The more I wanted to forget what I had seen, the more I sank. The feeling of guilt seared within me, like a flame that never douted. “I don’t understand why the police are claiming it to be suicide when it isn’t,” Val said, sitting at the edge of the bed. “She goes missing for a year straight. Then, she’s found drowned in a lake.”

Just muttered, “Feel free to browse.” I nodded and wandered. The silence was thick. Peaceful. I ran my fingers along the spines—mysteries, war history, sci-fi. None of it felt right. I turned a corner and found myself in a crooked, narrow aisle. A handwritten label above the shelf read: “Folklores, Myths & Things Best Left Alone.” Something about it made me shiver. I reached out and picked a worn, black-spined book: “The Blood and Bond of the Wild.”

“Thankfully, my foolish cousin was drunk enough to slip. I was able to obtain unquestionable evidence.” I could see the eagerness in each of their faces, but none of them could say a word. They didn't want to kill the moment. Instead of putting them in more suspense, I dragged out my laptop and copied the file from my watch to my laptop. Then, I played it. The only sound in the room was their breath and occasionally the gasping sound they made. When they were done, they all turned to me. “Are you okay?” Freda whispered, and she moved closer to me, her hand brushing mine.

Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free. I can’t believe he remembers my reaction to romance books. Of course, he’d remember to him it seems like yesterday even though it was years ago. I am hating it more and more, knowing that Greg has no memory of the last two years. It is the one thing about this I keep forgetting myself, ironically. In duty-free I look for their book section and try and find a good book to read after I finished reading Stuck in Paradise with You by Laura Carter. How funny that, how this book played out, I now have to live it. So, I look for something a little more darker. Maybe a mafia or even a fantasy with werewolves, I don’t know. Taking