I Brought You Mur Der Original Novels & Stories

"Have you forgotten who I am? Did you really think you could threaten me, the head of Floren's mafia syndicate? "I'll give my assets to whoever I want. You should be more worried about whether you'll live to see the sunrise tomorrow!" Ethan said. Ethan stood with a powerful bearing. Serena stared at him in terror, realizing for the first time how cold and ruthless this man—the same one who once whispered sweet words to her—truly was. "I was wrong, Ethan! I don't know what possessed me to say all that, but I didn't mean it. I really do love you! Those weren't my true feelings just now…"

I waved my injured left hand and explained, "I remember you because my blood seeped into the formation that day, so the memory erase curse doesn't work on me." Ethan paused. "So, you didn't mean to hurt your wrist to win my sympathy but to break the formation for my sake?" I immediately shook my head. "I'm not that benevolent. The Moon Goddess intended to keep Leo as a slave, but I ruined her plan, and she wanted me as compensation. I sliced my wrist simply to save myself." Ethan's face was filled with shame as he hugged my thigh. "I'm sorry, Clara. It's all my fault for believing Serafina's lies. I thought you had just been pretending to drown and injure your hand. Damn me!"

-You sure watch a lot of horror movies, Beth," she smiled funny. -It's called prevention," I approached the door, "who is it," I wanted to know, waiting for her to answer. -I'm a messenger, I have a package for you from Mr. Nate," I heard on the other side of the door, "I just need your signature," I opened the door, "I need you to sign here, just for security purposes," he indicated where he would do it, "Perfect, thank you very much, Miss," he left immediately.

I still had a use for it. I held up the bag and waved it in front of the camera. The viewers thought I was putting on an act. The chat was filled with nothing but strings of censored curse words. You could tell how nasty the comments were. However, I did not care one bit. I displayed my medical records directly. "I know you won't believe anything I say, but don't let someone with ulterior motives manipulate you into becoming their weapon. "I'm not the first person she's slandered. If you keep enabling her to do evil, then what's happening to me now will happen to you too.”

I muttered as I stared at my reflection on the mirror, my makeover was flawless and I had wore a red skin tight dress revealing all my cotours. I drove out of my house singing excitedly with the song from the radio. " Oh no, I muttered as I noticed the car at my entrance. " How do anyone say no and people just get it and move on with their lives."I muttered as I noticed Jordan's car at the entrance of my house. " Why was he even here?" I questioned displeased by Jordans visit. I was sure I did not want anything to do with him anymore and did not want to have to explain my reason to him either.

Had that been the killer? “Are you going to open it?” He turns to face Liv absently, confused at first by her words considering that his mind is still on thoughts of the killer and ideas of how he committed the crime so well. “What?” “The card?” Liv prompts. “Are you going to open it up and read it?” “Oh, um, yeah..” Owen opens up the card and looks at the gold, ornately scripted font. He reads the words aloud. The master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom,

Deniega and he wants my father's help. But before they could even talk about the solution to that problem, the lights began to flicker. Thinking quickly, I went towards the room in order to check for them. When I arrived I didn't realized that I stepped on a trap. There came that culprit wearing his mask. He took his knife and stabbed Mr. Deniega. My father tried to stop him but it was too dark. Without hesitation, I dropped down my mini camera to record the murder but instead of it, I didn't realized that I dropped my projector invention.

I look at the edge and the dark side of the club for these Russian mobsters and I see only six, including the man at the door, seven. ” Be alerted.” I take in a deep breath and walk to the man at the door. ” What do you want?” He asks. His voice is lace with a heavy accent. ” I need to see Moskov. He’s expecting me.” I say. ” And who the fuck are you?” He asks. ” His slut.” ” He’s not expecting anyone. You should leave.” The man says. Alright, he’s stubborn. I quietly pull out my switchblade and smile at him.

I never intended to cross his path again. What was lost between us was lost forever. There was no point in dredging up old wounds. He had probably long since forgotten a pathetic creature like me. I thought we would never see each other again, but then, I got Lou Gehrig's disease. The kind that was about to kill me. Fate had thrown us together once more. "Chiara? Chiara!" Massimo's voice called out beside my ear. I forced my eyes open, confirming I was still alive.

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing