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He must have taken advantage of me while I was unconscious. I stood up, my movements stiff with fury and fear. My eyes roamed the room, noting the opulence—the golden wristwatches, diamond rings, and gleaming furniture. He’s filthy rich, but that doesn’t give him the right to do this to me. I couldn’t stay here another second. I needed to return to my pack, to check on my parents. But I had no money, and my situation was desperate. Without a second thought, I began gathering valuables from the room, his golden wristwatches, diamond rings, and even his wallet. My gaze landed on a silver necklace around his neck. It shimmered faintly, almost otherworldly, and I carefully removed it.

It was completely dry, its thick leather cover pristine, its pages white and unblemished by blood or ink. ​But as Elara reached out a trembling hand to pick up the book, the headlights of the white sedan suddenly flickered and died, plunging the highway into a deep, absolute darkness. ​The quiet of the forest was broken not by the sound of crickets or rain, but by a slow, heavy, and terrifyingly familiar sound that echoed from the dashboard inside the dark car.

"Ethan Cole. CEO. Zara looked at his outstretched hand. The exact same hand that had once slipped a three-carat platinum diamond onto her finger. The hand Chloe now held every single night. With absolute, terrifying calm, Zara reached out and placed her hand in his. The second their skin made contact, a literal shock of electricity snapped between them. Ethan gasped out loud. His knees buckled. A brutal, blinding flash of a memory tore through the chemical suppressants in his brain. He saw a bookstore. He saw three heavy books falling to the floor. He saw a girl with dark hair looking up at him, arguing about Russian literature. Ethan staggered backward, dropping her hand as if her skin had

A cashmere throw was draped neatly over one chair, as if someone had anticipated exactly what I would need. I trailed my fingers along the nearest shelf, the spines smooth under my touch. Classics on one side, contemporary romance on another, thrillers mixed with literary fiction. New releases sat proudly on the front rows, their covers bright and inviting. For the first time in what felt like forever, the knot in my chest loosened completely.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t

"I'm large and I can't change my body size for your pleasure. Also, I'm already sticked to the wall. If you don't want to sleep beside me, feel free to lay on that cold floor. And I almost forgot, I snoar so loud. Right, Amira?" "Yeah, right!" "See?" ### It was already 10 o'clock and I can't still be able to sleep. I tried closing and relaxing to sleep but its not use. Thoughts keep coming to my mind. As Long as I know, there's no horror scene I've read in the book. But why does it seems like the genre turns into a horror and thriller. I tightly closed my eyes and held my breath when I heard a loud bang downstairs. "Did you hear it?" Krisha asked. Also, same as me, Krisha can't be able to f

She said slowly slipping her eyes around many of the males in the room. I wordlessly nodded my head towards the black outfitted man. “Ooo, he looks dangerous! I wonder how good he is..” Vivian nudged my side trailing off suggestively. “Oh, cut it out!” I hissed my cheeks tinting, “He just looks suspicious that’s all.” I said matter of factly starting to feel flustered. “Eh, I don't know he seems to be looking at you.” Vivian drawled. “What! Who? Where!” I yelped. Darting my head around for the shadowy dude.

A new file began downloading against her blocks, labeled simply: *Lena, Final Trigger*. Lena stared at the filename, her face draining of color. Whatever memory IZO44 planned to use against her, it was coming. Outside the cabin, the forest remained unnaturally quiet. The Memory Thief was no longer content to observe. It had begun to steal their souls, one devastating recollection at a time. The cabin fell into a stunned hush after Marcus’s hallucination. He sat on the edge of the cot, elbows on his knees, breathing slowly as Lena knelt in front of him. Her hands remained on his face, thumbs gently brushing away the sweat on his temples.