Poster Novels & Stories

“Have you checked the photographs, Mr. Spraggins? Seems like your wife is having so much fun with your bastard brother. Now, you can believe that your wife is cheating on you. Do you want me to send you more proof?” “Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you sending me this fucking photographs, huh? Even if these photographs are true I won't believe it you fucking bastard. Called me again and you’ll never see the next morning again, I fucking swear it!” Luther hurled his phone across the wall making it pieces into two. He grabbed his head, breathing rapidly as every inch of his body throbbing with fury. “What the fuck was that?”

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I was caught in the act but I definitely would not let him believe that. "Mhm, I can practically see your over-inflated ego but just so you'd know, I wasn't staring at you. You kinda look like someone I know so just confirming." I lied. He smirked harder and shook his head, "Oh yeah?" "Mhm." I nodded. His eyes drifted to my doodle and he took my note to have a proper look. "What do you call this?" He raised a perfectly shaped brow. "A baby angel." I grinned. I know I draw weird things. I think weird is my middle name.

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

His hair was flawlessly gelled at the side into perfection, not even a single strand out of place. My eyes skimmed over his tall broad frame. He was broad-built and muscular and was well laid out with a well-fitting suit even at this time. He had no tie, and the top buttons of his shirt were left open, revealing his sleek tattooed chest. Anyone could tell his whole body was covered with ink and it won't be wrong to address him as a fine piece of art. Any girl would swoon over him. Time froze as my blue pair of orbs got stuck on an inhumanly cold and stoic pair of striking Hazel orbs with splashes of blue. His eyes. His eyes are inhuman yet captivating and mesmerizing.

"And we have something to say to the Alpha werewolf." Even though Ethan's feelings told him it was dangerous, he couldn't back down now. "Say what you want to say." The head of the Moonshadows put an armored hand up, and a hologram appeared in the alley in an instant. It showed a picture of the city with a red dot that flashed. "This is a bomb," said the head of Moonshadow. "It's going to go off in an hour. If you don't want this whole block to catch fire, you'll do what we say."

She craned her neck and twisted her arm, and reached all the way under. She finally found what she was looking for. She stood, red-faced, and held up a small piece of paper. All of the other detectives stared back. “A ticket stub,” she said, examining it with her gloved hand. “Mezzanine Right, seat 3. From tonight’s concert.” She looked up and stared hard at all of her detectives, who stared blankly back. “You think it belonged to the killer?” one of the masked. “Well, one thing I know,” she said, taking one final look at the dead, Russian opera star. “It didn’t belong to him.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

They must have understood that I was being suspicious as I didn't make any noise from the other side nor did I make any move to let him in. "Hey uhm I am sorry to disturb you, but my car is not working. Can you please help me? My phone... it's dead. I promise I won't take too long. I just need to make a call, that's it. It will be quick I promise, and I swear I am not a serial killer or any threat. I just need a little bit of help"

He smiled and gave a card to her mentioning in case she needed something, she could contact there. After that day she never met that man, but a huge bill of her mother's chemo was paid in the hospital. She tried her level best to know the person behind this. But never did she get the chance to open the veil from that secret. It's like God had sent his angel to save her mom at that time. Myra decided to repay the amount via the contact card she received. She had a wild guess that maybe that man had paid as he asked about her mother. The name was printed on the visiting card as Luca Lombardi. She heard about the Lombardi enterprise, but she wasn't sure about the man she saw on that day. She tr