Misteri Gloomy Sunday นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Under the same night sky, we find solace in the stars." ~Unknown The weather was absolutely stunning, with the rain ceasing and the sky adorned with clouds. A pleasant buzz filled the atmosphere. It was already late at night, around ten o'clock, as Luna Jackson strolled through the lawn, donning a light blue shirt with her long, silky hair cascading freely. She anxiously awaited the return of her father, who had been away on a business trip abroad for several days.

The Celestial Realm Selene I peer down at the glass orb on my table. The people of Mysteria are celebrating the solstice in each town. I glide my fingers across the orb to watch other villages. In Garnett Halls, the people have draped large garlands around the horse’s necks. In Bramblemore, I do not see one sober person. I cover my lips with my fingers and giggle as a handsome lad drunkenly falls into the lap of a lady. She looks down at him and hiccups, only for them to both blush and laugh. The beginning of a new romance for sure. I then glide my fingers along the globe until I stop when I see my descendants celebrating not far from Moon Crest Castle.

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

Me/ /There are at least eight of them and we are about two miles north of the main road to the territory. I did not notice them before because they are following us in wolf form. I cannot tell if they are rogues or not. I did not catch their scents, but I could see them behind the car. I think they did something to the car it sounds like it wants to die. Benny/ /We will be right there. Me./

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.

The shop had gone quiet by eight, just the radio humming carols and the string lights ticking as they cooled, when Julian came back, snow-dusted, grim-faced, two paper cups of hot chocolate steaming in his hands like a peace offering he wasn't sure would land. "Chloe let me in," he said, setting one cup in front of me. "She made me promise not to upset you further. Her exact words were, I will end you." "That sounds like her."

Chapter 20: "Deceptive Truth," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 08 - 2027 ║ ║ Friday║ 2nd Midnight ║ The sinister atmosphere in the room seems to grow longer and darker with each passing minute. Hushed whispers and muffled giggles fill the air, as my nervous glances and the flickering glances of lights I am perceiving gave me an exchanged of fear around the table.

The only other person in the living room was Tisha who had fallen asleep on the couch, wearing an oversized white T-shirt that went down to her knees. “Bound by silver and aquamarine.” He said to himself as a frown etched on his face. “ What could this mean? Why couldn’t the warlock just kill him right on the spot? After all, he made him what he is today. This is so frustrating. How is someone supposed to find this clue now?.” “Can’t sleep?” He glanced up and saw Annabelle standing by the doorway with her arms folded, a tired look on her face. She wore a white tank top and pink shorts that showed her legs which he tried not to stare at.

31st December, 1998 Undisclosed location James Roberts What have I gotten myself into?, I knew that name somewhere- JG. Joel Gustav, the most notorious crime boss in the whole of America. How on earth do I tell the first lady that her daughter is with the most feared crime boss. If he knew I was investigating him, he'll have my head faster than I can say my name. What do I do?. I was left with only one option and with that, I picked up my phone.

He looks at me intensely, as if analyzing me. I click my tongue. "Why would it bother me? We don't even know each other, I'm just saying what I think, exactly the way you said things should be." I stare at him defiantly. He smiles. "I like you. By the way, my name is Justin Coleman." He extends his hand toward me in greeting. "Ella Murray." I return the gesture. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ella." "I say the same to you, Mr. Coleman." "Just Justin, I just cooked for you, we are friends now."