John Creasy Real Novels & Stories

I will wait for your answer. Always, Jason ***** FOR how many times did she take a breath to loosen her tight chest, Jenny could not tell. Earlier as she was reading the letter she could not stop crying because of the excessive and unjust pain she was feeling. Her eyes were so cloudy that she did not notice that her tears had stamped the letter so the ink spread. "There are a lot of women Jason, but why my best friend?" full of resentment she said then her sight quickly flew to the top of the paper.

But suddenly. “Mommy, Daddy.” A cry from a little girl echoes right in front of him and from the other end of the bridge. The night that is deep and quiet makes the crying echoes. The burning cars in front of them and the smell of intoxicating burns are raising. He stops crying, now pitying the little girl that just got his attention. He turns his gaze in front and saw the little one dressed in red, full of wounds, and crying hard. Her cheeks are red from crying and her nose seems to swell because of the same reason. The lights from the bridge made him see her clearly, or perhaps he is only seeing himself from her.

he explained but it made both the females face palmed. “Anyway, what are you doing here?” Azrael asked. “Unfortunately, my car broke down a few miles away. I needed to find some tools to fix it so I went were people are. It lead me here.” Azrael nodded. She had always thought that Cris was always ready with everything. He have a car but don’t have tools. It doesn’t sound like the Cris he knew. “That’s unexpected of you. You always have back up plans if everything doesn’t go out as planned.”