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she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

I heard a very familiar voice but as I was very scared, I did not recognize it. The man opened the safe and the mighty heart started beating wildly. It felt as if someone was beating a big drum widely. I covered both of my ears as the man went closer. He touched the mighty heart and screamed loudly in pain. The mighty heart had burned his hand. He fell on the ground and started thrashing as if he was a fish out of water. Without looking at them at all, I crawled out of the room. I opened the door and crawled out. Someone screamed to catch me. I stood up and started running. It all felt so real. I did not know but I felt the heat of the mighty heart inside me.

Warm, cozy, loving, a home filled with people and the hint of cocoa and magic in the air. Pulling myself away from the only happy memory I had of my family, I started tapping on the keyboard. Sometime later, when my mug was already empty and the clock on the TV showed 2 AM, I had my new blog story finished in front of me. “Hey, my alluring fans! Were you waiting to see if my next ‘Kiss and tell’ story was going to be with the cheerleader you asked for? Yeah, I did it again. Let me tell you every detail of our hot kiss...”

Evening 7 PM Anjana picks up her phone, dialed Amreet's number and... Listen, I am not feeling well. Can you please come bit early Amreet sounds worried, What happened? I an having nausea feeling and dizziness. I am on the way to home, but, still it will take more than 1 hour. You please lay on bed until I come. Sure! Next day morning 10 Am ------Say Cheese, You're going to be a Daddy! It took a few second for him to process this big news

Albert grunted as he grabbed his hair,his eyes darkened as he thought of the message he got from His men,saying that one of his subordinate was killed and his heart was no where to be found. The only Person who kills and take the heart of the prey is Lincoln,everybody of their existence knew about that,Lincoln was the only killer who takes the heart before sucking on the neck. Albert was so angered that once again,Lincoln took what was his. "I'll destroy him!" He gritted as his eyes turn blood shot. He slowly got up from the ground,his tall frame looked charming as he walked towards the table close to his bed. He grabbed the transparent glass jar on the table and he poured the red liquid on

She had trusted him, believed in their love story, only to discover a hidden chapter in his past, a love that had preceded her, a love that had seemingly ended in tragedy. The revelation hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and disoriented. She had trusted him, believed in their love, only to discover that he had built their relationship on a foundation of half-truths. The ground beneath her felt unsteady, the world tilting on its axis. “She… she took her own life,” Chaos confessed, his voice cracking with emotion. The words hung heavier in the air, a chilling confirmation of Florence’s worst fears. The revelation hit Florence like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and

He didn't rush her or urge her on, knowing how emotional such stories could get. When Anya was ready, she began her story. "I was 8 year old when my parents died." She paused for some seconds as she stared off in a distance, her gaze resting at her kitchen entrance. "They died there," she pointed at where her eyes have been. Caleb turned, suddenly realising the magnitude of things. His eyes followed her finger. "There? Here in this house?" "Yeah," Anya sighed. "It was the early morning of a new day, I guess they were returning from hunting, not knowing the were being hunted by someone living with them."

Tyler felt himself getting pushed to the side, away from the man’s heart, which lay unmoving beneath his palm, pulsating weakly, threatening to break free any minute now. The man struggled to breathe beneath him, but Tyler wasn’t about to let go. He needed to keep the hunter where he could hear his heart beat. Tyler closed his eyes, blocking out the sound of rushing blood in his ears and concentrating solely on the hunter’s heartbeat. It beat strongly in his ears, a constant and soothing rhythm that he wanted to capture forever and imprint deep into his memory. The beating gave him courage. He lifted his other hand above his head, ready to crush his enemy’s skull.

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

To avoid giving myself away, I'd even taken meds to slow my heart rate, and I'd held my breath. But when the killer had come in, he hadn't even bothered checking the bedroom or the closet. Heck, he hadn't even so much as looked around. He'd walked straight to the spot under the hatch, lifted his arm, and thrown the axe upward. The blade had ripped through the drywall and hit me dead in the heart. The whole thing just felt so strange. It was as if my killer were working off a script, like he already knew every move I'd make. "Something's off… This is seriously messed up," I mumbled.