Novel & Cerita No User

Only mine. *********************

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Do follow and vote. Till then Adios

Noah! *******************************

Us? Oh, no!

But no one's gonna know. X___X

Just not yet. ***

LUNA It’s a house with no guards. For a fleeting second, I felt lucky before it dawned on me that a man like him needed guards. If my guess is correct, he is another mafia lord or a mob boss. Judging by the size of his house, I am betting on the earlier. On one hand, he was balancing, and with the other hand, he opened a door. The room was dark. But I can see the king-sized bed in it.

Just ten digits. Her heart began beating faster. “Okay,” she muttered under her breath, forcing herself upright. “Let’s see who you really are.” She opened her laptop and typed the number into a search engine. Nothing. No results. No business listing. No social media. No records at all. Her brows furrowed. “That’s impossible.” Everyone had something online. Everyone left traces. She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives.

Not breaking. Waiting.