Novel & Cerita Monochrome Rumors

"You're his wife. You were pregnant and bleeding in the ruins, and they secured the weapons first? If I hadn't brought you here immediately, you wouldn't have just lost the baby. You would be dead. Where is he now? Does he not care at all?" "He's probably with Monica," I answered in a low voice. The doctor fell silent. Naked pity filled his eyes. Even he understood the line Enzo and Monica had crossed. I asked to be left alone. After the door closed, I reached for my phone. The underworld had already begun to stir. The title of Don came bundled with blood, power, and gossip. The first rumors surfaced on dark web forums. Footage showed me collapsing in the armory, soaked in blood. Clips from

“Y…No… I heard the rumors and…” "Rumors, you said," Steven interrupted. “Aren’t those unconfirmed tales? Or do you have a reliable source?” Monica was burning with shame, and she hung her head low. "No," she whispered in a barely audible voice. Steven shifted his attention to the room. “If I hear any of these baseless rumors again, that person should be ready to find a new job." The silence that followed was almost deafening. Bianca’s grip around Steven’s arms loosened and dropped to her lap, but the soft smile on her face recovered.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

Always reminded her she wasn’t doing this alone anymore. “I can’t believe it’s twins,” she whispered. “I can. You always do everything big.” She laughed, and he smiled—boyish and cocky but with that tender gleam he only reserved for her. The Hollow’s front door creaked open, and her manager poked his head in. “We’ve got everything ready for the Friday crowd. Go home. We’ve got this.” Alli nodded. “Thanks, Marc. Text me if anything changes.” Marc winked and disappeared, the door clicking shut behind him.

Reema Morales, my other best friend laughed loudly. "Shhh.. someone will hear us." I whispered. "What about our dresses?" I frowned. "Leave it on me baby." Marjan winked. Marjan, Reema and I have been attached to our hips since we're kids as our parents are pretty close friends. Marjan is a chilling and charming girl with brown hair and hazel eyes. Reema is talkative and has a big mouth with short zed black hair and black eyes. We were planning to go to a night club for the first time in our life and of course without our parents permission. Actually Marjan had gone to a club twice with her cousins before so it was mine and Reema's first time.

“Mr. Bryce, rumors have been speculating that you are being blackmailed by Ms. Romero because she may potentially be carrying your child, is this true?” As they pushed on with their questions, each person having a different question than the previous person, backed by ridiculous rumors and *ssumption, Leonica finally snapped. She could no longer listen to their ridiculous way of thinking and if it was an explanation they so craved, then she was going to give it to them.

It immediately called for my attention as the subject was a single dark heart and three continuous dots. The hell? What was that supposed to mean? Dear Becca Monroe, It would probably take a while before you open this mail but I'll be patient enough until you read what I have to say, I'll cut to the chase. I'm the doctor who attended to you when you were six and an old couple brought you to my hospital after they found you bleeding near a railway station. You might be wondering what happened, I do too but I may have an idea. Since nineteen years ago, ever since you were admitted here, I never stopped checking on your brain scans. Together with a neurosurgeon, Mikael Baldowski, we discovered

"You are definitely hiding something." "Am not." "You look like you're about to faint." "I twisted my ankle yesterday." "That explains the limp," she says thoughtfully. "Not the existential crisis." Fair. At the front, Dr Hale moves to the next slide. "Now," he says, "let's discuss material failure." Oh, the irony. For the next thirty minutes I focus desperately on taking notes. Anything to stop thinking about that night. The rain. The alley. The way he looked at me right before—

Why is it that the mermaid in your painting really looks like Juno? It was such a good thing that I memorized her limousine’s plate number. I made a promise to myself that I would be able to find her, sooner than expected. [Copyright© Nihc Ronoel] “The car was owned by Ondrea Laxamana, bro!” said Jerome, my college buddy who was now the Finance Director at Montecillo Group. I called him over the phone and gave him Drey Laxamana’s plate number. Montecillo Group of Companies or MGC mostly handled the land transportation in Manila as well as all documents related to private car registrations. Though, their main business was all about construction.

I went straight to the bathroom after I entered. I waited for the one woman in the bathroom to leave. I leaned on my hands while I looked into the mirror. "Remi," I whispered. The lights flickered and dimmed. "We really need to stop meeting like this," came his deep gravelly voice from behind me. In the mirror I could see his dark form. The red ember flew about his shoulder. "Do you recommend some other place I can meet you?" He shrugged. "What do you want?" "How do I get my mother's blood?"