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I spat, my words a cold finality, “then you’re about to go to your grave mute.” And I meant every word.

"Four's mother, Her grave, There is a massive explosive device planted at the cemetery, Timed to detonate today," My mind raced, Today, I pulled out my phone and checked the date, My stomach dropped, It was the anniversary of Four's mother's death, He visited her grave every year without fail, "Four go to the cemetery today," I said, "Yes, at ten o'clock, He is predictable, Carver counted on that, The bomb is under her headstone, When four kneel to pay respects, it detonates, He dies at his mother's grave, Poetic revenge,"

“What the fuck was that?!” “Incubus,” Lila said matter of factly. “They ooze lust. It’s literally how they eat. You looked like you were about to climb him like a tree.” I slapped my hands over my face and groaned. “I feel violated.” She laughed and hugged me tight. “Welcome to Gravemire. Get used to it.” We split paths a moment later, promising to meet for dinner. I needed water. Or maybe a cold shower. Or possibly a priest.

"Let go! This is the future of thirty-nine students!" "I don't need your charity! I'll prove that pink works just fi—" Ms. Ashby yanked hard, and her foot slipped, her skirt tangling around her ankles. Everyone only had time to watch her pitch backward. A shriek rang out, and she toppled into the decorative fountain behind her, the entire stack of admission tickets clutched to her chest. By the time they pulled her out, every last ticket in her arms had been reduced to a soggy, disintegrating mess.

Grace took the microphone as they reached the podium . On either side , they were flanked by both of their parents , Mr. & Mrs . Andrew and Mr. & Mrs. Deremare . " Our invited distinguished guests , ladies and gentlemen , it is our humble pleasure to welcome you to this launch of our very unique wonder drug . The significance of your presence here today cannot be overemphasized . Foremost , I would like to thank our parents for denying themselves the luxuries of life and working hard to see that we never missed school due to lack of school fees . As peasants doing menial jobs , my parents , Mr & Mrs. Andrew , worked tirelessly to not only provide food for us , but also towards providing a ro

The poor drainage and smelly gutters filled with Spirogyra made it feel like we were in a countryside meant for the poorest of the poor. The smell of weed wafted in the air when we progressed forward, there are passerby's stationed at the far end of the street that looks like a broken-down factory. "OMG! Is that what I think it is?" My eyes widened as I did a quick scrutiny with my vampiric abilities. There was no pulse evidence and we were wrong. It wasn't just a sick old dying man that laid on the floor but two corpses. "I think we should call the Los Angeles police department already. An autopsy needs to be done and this mess needs to be cleared up before Dawn." Griffin dug his hand in hi

CAMILLIA'S POV My eyes were fixed on the grave in front of me. I felt a deep sense of suffocation and frustration that I had never experienced before; even in death, he continued to infuriate me. In a burst of anger, I shouted loudly, "Damn it!" and kicked the edge of the gravestone with all my might. I grabbed the bouquet of flowers that had been left there and threw them harshly onto the ground, crushing them beneath my feet as I stomped on them.

With a nasty smirk, I pulled down my zipper and peed on his grave, letting the amber liquid soak into the dirty black soil. “Wish you a terrible life in hell.” I spat. The thick white foamy saliva mixed with my urine, desecreting his grave. Dangling my flaccid cock and pumping the last drop, I zipped up and turned around. Still wearing the ugly smirk, I looked at each of the older men in irritated anger. “Let this be a warning to you.” I pointed randomly. “You. You. All of you.” Their heads remained bowed. “If anyone fucking dares cross the thin line, your end will be so much worse… I'd so drag your family into your mess and make their last days miserable.”

“The transplant was a success. The liver graft has taken.” Still, not a soul breathed a word about me. When the nurses wheeled Vincent out, the three of them swarmed his gurney, drowning in relief. My body, meanwhile, was wheeled away without a second glance, bound for the morgue. Alive, I’d been an outcast. Dead, I was nothing but a discarded spare part. I’d spent my whole life believing that if I bent low enough, I might one day earn even a scrap of their love.

Line after line of text streamed across my vision. My jaw dropped. Thinking my eyes were deceiving me, I rubbed them hard several times. The comments stayed right where they were, stubbornly refusing to vanish. More warnings continued to flood in. "It's over! Jess is almost home! She's walking straight into the trap!" "Jess, your husband is going to find an excuse to leave you alone with Marianne so he can frame you! Whatever you do, don't go inside!" "At exactly 7:10 pm, Marianne will fall to her death. They're setting you up to shoulder the blame for her murder."