Misteri Gloomy Sunday 소설 & 이야기

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."

As I scan through what I already know, something catches my eye and I slow down to read every word. "In late 2016, Dr. Mansfield began her sabbatical from Stanford University to research a religious group known as, 'The Celestial Order.' A sect that has recently been verified as a doomsday cult where she is currently a prominent member." Oh my God! My mouth goes dry and I click on images in the search field as picture after picture pops up of her in the same white robe. One with her smiling at the camera like it's an identification picture and another one with her at some kind of event, holding her hands in the air. Nowhere do I see her husband, or any children, when I zoom in. Only adults w

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

My Mysterious Husband The church was stunning—of course it was. Chandeliers dripped crystal from high vaulted ceilings. Golden candlelight danced across the ivory columns, and white petals lined the aisle in painstaking spirals. Aria stood at the altar in her champagne-colored gown, her heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with love. “This is ridiculous,” she whispered through clenched teeth. “Is this a prank?” “No, ma’am,” the priest said solemnly, not even blinking. “Mr. Vale has approved all arrangements. Including the proxy.”

August 16th (Sunday) Sunny wanted to visit Layla, so she took a cab to her apartment. Sunny walked up to the door and gave it a knock. Layla shortly opens the door with a surprised face as she says, "Sunny! "Come on in." Sunny and Layla sit down on the sofa together as Sunny explains the paranormal events that happened to her at night. Layla listens intently, her eyes widening in disbelief, as Sunny fills her in on the Ghostly gray smoke that went right through her body and the strange whispers that filled her room.

The kind of smile that promised chaos. “Tomorrow,” he murmured to the moonlight. “Tomorrow, I’ll make him look at me.” And with that vow burning like embers in his chest, Damien vanished into the night.

Moonlight speared through the gaps in the ancient, moss-draped oaks, illuminating the clearing. Here, nestled deep within the whispering woods, my eternity with Giovanni was about to begin. My gaze swept across the assembled guests. Families, friends, and guests from different countries and parts of the world. They were a mixture of the undead, each one a testament to the beauty yet ruthlessness of our kind. Some of the faces I recognized were Arturo, his proud frame now stooped with might, his crimson eyes glinting beneath his perpetual smirk. Beside him, his brother, Dominic, looked much more serious than the latter. Standing not far away from them is Thaddaeus, a playful smile etched on h

“Tunnels.” “Tunnels?” Margie repeated, shaking her head. “There are tunnels underneath the old Capitol Building. Elliott thinks we can use them to sneak into the building.” “I don’t think. I know,” he said, his voice booming louder than the other noises. “We got this, Marge.” She nodded. “All right. I hope so. Because I received word that the execution will be tonight at midnight.” “Midnight?” Scott repeated. “Why midnight?” “Who the hell knows?” Margie said with a shrug. “Because Crimson Crotch is a fucking idiot.”

Michael felt upset and also stood up. “Sir, 270 dollars in total.” Said the waiter. Michael paid the bill and walked away. However, the waiter stopped him and said, “Sir, you leave something here,” Michael looked to the table where the waiter pointed and saw an amulet. He frowned immediately. “It’s her,” Michael murmured. The driver appeared at 6 pm. Lendon didn’t come today, so Kendra felt much relaxed. When they went back to the castle, it was almost dark.

Then I read Sir Sebastian’s reply. Yeah. It’s safe and sound. I had never encountered the name of his business colleagues who have a name, Schneizel. Is he a new client? Or an old pal of my boss? “What are you doing?” I froze from my standpoint. My eyes, which were from the monitor of his computer, were transferred to Mr. Huntington who was already near on his desk and leaning on it. His face was dark and was closed to flounce his desk. His menacing, jeopardy eyes were sending daggers on me. I gulped just by seeing his scary and dangerous expression he was exerting right now. That made me stepped back, feeling guilty when he leaned over and closed the window on his monitor where he exited hi