روايات وقصص ضمن Sixteen Fifty

I tried to convince myself that I was strong, that I could face him without recalling all the wounds that remained. I decided not to let uncertainty take over. I touched my neck, ensuring the small necklace I always wore was there. It was a reminder that even though the past weighed heavily, I still had myself. Sean. After five years, I would sit across from him again. Not because there hadn’t been opportunities, but I had always refused. But his last message—so urgent—made it impossible for me to pretend not to care anymore. [Aisha… please, meet me. Just this once. There’s something I need to say to you in person.]

This dream felt different, more real, yet something was amiss. Even in my most vivid dreams, Anton's smile hadn't been this radiant and innocent. It was an image that had long faded in my memories. "What's the date today?" I asked. Anton cocked his head. "Friday. Have you been studying so hard that you've lost track of time?" "No, I mean, what's the actual date?" I said. He chuckled, "March 25, 2011. You even reminded me this morning that tomorrow's your birthday. Don't tell me you've forgotten already?"

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This was one of them. End of Chapter Fifty-Six

I sighed, knowing his main purpose was nothing but death. "No problem, you know you're my number one right," I said in a playful tone, chuckling. I might as well make his last memory of me a good one, right? "Oh whatever, Athena Hendrix. I know. I will always be your number one," he said, a smirk crawling up on his face. I cringed as I looked at him. "I take that back," I said, pretending to gag. He laughed and turned to look at me.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧-𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱

"I will send you five thousand dollars right away… Bye" @pop precious

She casually picked it up to glance at the screen, and what she saw frightened her so severely that she froze in place at that instant. "One...two...three...four…five...five zeroes. The first digit is seven, the second digit is five…and then it's five zeroes after that…" Felicia counted carefully. After confirming that it was indeed seven-and-a-half million, she could not help but jump up excitedly. "Haha! Seven-and-a-half million! It's seven-and-a-half million! We've struck big this time!"

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.