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God, I was so fucked up. I settled in, my knees protesting, and waited. Every creak of the building, every shout in the hallway, made my heart leap into my throat. My mind was a chaotic mess of guilt and a sick, dark excitement. I was a creep, a voyeur. But I was going to get my story. I was going to get my material. Then, I heard it. Footsteps in the hall. Loud, confident footsteps. They stopped outside the door. My heart stopped. This was it.

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

I growled. My hostile demeanor made him step back a little in fear. "That --that was what we think it was," he stammered. My face instantly flushed red in anger and impatience. "Look, chief. We spend a rough number of months investigating these serial killings, only to come up with a clause that the killer was a goblin? Chief, the people all over the world were asking for some substantial kind of news! And not the ones that were made out of superstitious beliefs or even scary bedtime stories!" I made a point of saying.

“Your mother was one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever met. Money had nothing to do with her decision. She just fell in love. You see, we can’t choose who we love. The heart does. It happens like a spear sometimes, straight into it. Looking back, I know I knew how things were the moment I introduced them. It was as sudden as that for them both. Their faces gave them away. It was like seeing two pieces of a puzzle fitting together perfectly.” Audrey nodded. She had never doubted her mother for an instant but she had hated to think that George held a grudge against her parents all these years. “James hates her,” she murmured painfully. “He only thinks he does.” “That sounds very wise but

The oil paint had dried, indicating that several hours had passed since the painting had been made unconsciously. It was strange. It was the first time René painted the face of a stranger in his sleep. He tried to dig up the memory in his head, guessing if some relatives or friends had such a look. But nothing, he was sure that no one he knew had that look. Then who was the mysterious girl? And, things got even more strange when René felt his left chest hurt for no reason. He was still staring at the painting while his right-hand clenching on his left chest. He had no history of heart disease, but why did his left chest hurt?

"Keep your sorry to yourself, am going to give you two minutes, if you give me a reasonable reason of why you stole from me then I'll spare your life but if not.......... "Am sorry my lord, it was never my intention to steal from you but we were hungry and after my wife died........... Hunter suddenly appeared at the man's back, put his hands through his chest and brought out the man's heart "You should have just gone straight to the point not wasting my precious time" and he squeezed the man's heart till there was nothing left of it and the man fell lifeless to the ground. "You Bastard" The young boy screamed rushing towards Hunter but the old woman held him back.

As soon as his mind managed to process what had happened he grabbed the file and immediately began flipping through as the crowd slowly dispersed. This was not just a case where the murderer must be discovered so that the dead man could rest in peace. The Heart of the Moon had disappeared, that made her not only dead but also stopped her from spinning! Changes in the tide and the temperature of the earth were just some of the consequences if the moon's heart was not returned as soon as it was animated again (of course, it would never be the same beloved moon as before). The big question is, where does an assassin hide something as big as the heart of the moon?

His partner nodded at his words, swiftly swinging his dagger towards the boy's neck, intent on decapitating the boy in one fluid motion- quick and painless. "What the…" Hardly had he finished his statement when he felt a hand reach into his chest. It passed through his muscles and bones as though there were none there and latched onto his heart. He watched in horror as the supposedly decapitated head remained neatly on his target's shoulders, and his own heart was ripped from his chest. He watched in despair as the one they had taken for a sitting duck opened his eyes and crashed his heart. Only, the bright blue eyes were visible no longer. Only a darkness that seemed to suck the soul in man

Me dying, being kidnapped or not, doesn't make any fucking difference. I entered my room and shot the door. I felt so embarrassed and sad for getting so easily kidnapped and again... Helene’s story, zara... is that how the story might end for me aswell? Is Mr Holmes ready to go to those extremes if everything is revealed? Questions kept roaming in my mind while the cool bath washed away my preoccupations. I laid on my bed feeling refreshed, relieved but above all scared and intrigued. The gunshot, the hidden child, their burning bodies and all that had happened blew away all ounces of sleep.