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I hope you like it, my dear. That's all there was on the handwritten note. Neither the script nor this choice of words seemed familiar to me. No one I knew would call me 'my dear', so the thought that it might be a cheap apology gift from my father immediately faded from my mind. But it had to come from someone. A stalker was the last thing I needed now. I then lifted the black cloth that covered the rest of the gold-decorated box's contents, revealing a beautiful necklace. Decorated in dark gold with sinister red and blackish gemstones, it had an antique touch. I gently held it up to the light. The red shimmered like dried blood and the gems that I had initially thought were black, now show

Jaxter continued with what he knew. Hayle’s eyes darted around as she supported her head with both hands. Her head immediately felt dizzy, and forced memories surfaced. It was a night of thunder, lightning, and heavy rain. Hayle remembered waking up not from the deafening thunder, but from the sound of something breaking. The little girl, who was not yet old enough for preschool, slowly descended the stairs of her home. But after a few steps, Hayle saw two figures—her parents—being forcibly dragged out by someone, their condition helpless. Young Hayle waited until morning when the police came to take her away, after which there was nothing.

She thought I'd break down and sob uncontrollably, but I coolly unlocked the door, stepped inside, and sat calmly on the couch. "Why did you do that?" I asked. That simple question shattered Sally's confident façade. Her mask crumbled, revealing her fear and hysteria. "Because I hate you!" she screamed. "I'm sick of your goody-two-shoes act! I hate you! I hate you more than anyone!" Never had I imagined hearing such words from Sally. Her parents divorced when she was young, and she grew up with her grandma. She lived next door to my family. My parents treated her like their own daughter, and I saw her as my older sister.

Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental. WARNING: Please be advised that this story contains sensitive content, mature themes, and strong language that are not suitable for very young audiences. You have been warned. Don't read this book if you're uncomfortable with the above content. ******

Jake exclaimed, eyes twinkling. Luna frowned in confusion, not understanding what Jake wanted from her. "What do you want?!" snapped Luna. "I think that baby in your stomach needs to be removed! You are still so young, that baby will only make you fatter, older, and change your body shape!" Jake said quickly. Luna immediately widened her eyes in disbelief at what Jake had just said. "I'm warning you! Dare you to touch my baby, I will never forgive you! No, not only that, if you ever hurt my baby, I will kill myself, then all your efforts will be wasted!" Luna threatened.

At first, I thought that I was just hallucinating but the sounds get louder and louder. What’s happening? Did Almothean’s relatives came? Let’s play!hihihihi Creepy. The voice is unsettling. It's hoarse, and the child's laugh is terrifying. It also echoed down the empty and silent corridor. While the children are laughing, several footsteps can be heard running back and forth. Blaine, sensing that something is wrong, immediately covered his ears and covered himself with the blanket. Blaine! Let’s play? Play with us Blaine!

He was dumbfounded for a moment, just staring at me like he didn’t know the exact words to say. “Listen, I don’t know what she must have told you and I get that you’re angry at me. And I’m sorry. But I really need to speak to Taylor. Please how can I reach her?” Without thinking I grabbed his shirt by the collar, squeezing tightly. “You will stay far far away from Taylor. You will not contact her, you will not see her. You will stay out of her life like you both never met. She’s better off without you, and she will take care of that baby alone. Now get out, go be the coward you’ve chosen to be, and don’t appear in my face again asking about a woman who you nearly destroyed”

The stranger’s voice came low and rough in his ear. “You’re safe with me now. Just breathe.” But Eli didn’t feel safe. The darkness pressed down on him like a living thing, thick and suffocating. His childhood terror roared back to life, freezing his muscles even as his mind screamed at him to fight. “No!” Eli gasped, pushing hard against the stranger’s chest. “Let me go! Cove! Cove, where are you?” The stranger’s arms tightened around him, dragging him backward through the chaos. Gunfire cracked through the black ballroom. People shouted and screamed. Tables overturned with loud crashes. Glass shattered somewhere nearby.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains violence, abuse, dubious consent, stalking, murder, alcohol and drug use, bondage, and other scenes that may be triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. NOTE: This story touches on some serious topics and do know that if you're going through the same or know someone who is going through this you and they are not alone. There is help out there just waiting for you to take it. Four Years Earlier [Brielle's POV] "We're here!"

the stranger said quietly. "We knew this would happen eventually." "Not this soon." There was another long silence. Then the stranger tightened his grip around the phone. "What do you want me to do?" "Keep watching him for now." The stranger frowned. "And the girl?" This time, the silence was even longer. "Do not touch her." The stranger's eyes narrowed. "Why?" "Because if she is connected to his awakening, hurting her could make things much worse." The stranger slowly looked back at the estate, and for the first time that night, something like fear crossed his face.