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I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

Silence pressed down on them, heavy and intimate and terrifying. Somewhere between strangers and something else. Somewhere Clause Five couldn’t protect them from.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

She frowned and Jayden scoffed. "Come is not that scary, look, everyone is enjoying it, including ladies like you". he said trying to ease her fear, but they were interrupted by a lady screaming in front of them while hiding her face in her boyfriend's shirt. " Really?".Maya stared hard at him. "You can hide your face as she did on her man's shirt if you are afraid". He said smiling. Soon after, the horror movie was over, and the next movie kicked off, it was based on a romance and funny movie, and everyone laughed. Jayden and Maya share a romantic kiss as they enjoy the movie with so much excitement.

I had no sense of direction. Even after five years on Avenmore Island, I still could not tell north from south. Isaac Norwood always set up my GPS ahead of time. He said he would guide me for the rest of my life. On our wedding day, the bridal car reached Summit Pass Road when he suddenly said the bouquet had been left in the trunk. The moment I stepped out, the car door clicked shut behind me and locked. I saw the driver glance at Isaac through the rearview mirror, like he had known all along. The next second, the motorcade disappeared into the fog. Isaac sent me a voice message. "Walk 999 steps forward and you'll hit a fork in the road. Sabrina says you can't even find the ceremony hal

She was feeling much better after this weekend even though she had a bit of a scare with that strange Marilyn yesterday, all in all, it turned out okay. She pulled into her drive and went into the house without almost being run down or stumbling across black roses. She headed for the shower and toweled her hair dry as she put on a cropped top and pair of running shorts. No sooner had she gotten dressed than there was a knock. She paused, not sure if she should answer it for fear of another strange gift on her doorstep. But before she could decide Liam walked in. "Oh thank god it's you." She breathed. "You scared me."

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

“Mmm, you smell good, mama -” The stranger's voice, filled with a disturbing mixture of desire and menace, lingers on the back of her mind, sending shivers down her spine. As much as the threatening situation terrifies her at the moment, she also feels completely alone and consumed by the thought that this stranger can do anything to her at this point. Appointed as a maid in this secluded chalet, she finds herself trapped against the wall, her body held captive by an unseen force. The darkness envelops the room, amplifying her fear and making it difficult to discern the stranger's intentions.

Didn't know if I should be excited to see my daughter, or to be sad at the condition I met her. I crawled a slow step forward, crouching in front of her. “You’re safe now.” I blubbered, pulling her into a tight embrace. She flinched, tried to push me away, but I held on. Her tiny body trembled. Then she sobbed—a soft, soundless sob. I finally let her go gently. She was obviously scared of strangers, and wasn't comfortable with my actions. “She’s scared,” I whispered. Brownlow stepped forward. “We’re here to help you, love. Do you know where the people who kept you are?”

Marcos provoked Steven while yelling but was unable to finish his statement. "Trust?" Don Steven slammed his palm on the desk, startling the stranger. "How can I trust you when you meet up with some random stranger and plot my murder?" Don Steven rose to his feet. He yelled loud enough to wake a newborn baby. "Oops," the stranger said quietly. "I believe I must depart." The stranger now interrupts as he prepares to leave the office. "You are not permitted to leave! Stop "Don Steven's bloodshot eyes met the stranger's. "Ha...." The ground is trembling violently.