روايات وقصص ضمن True Crime Story: Look Into My Eyes

Alpha Joe's POV I examined him closely, his big blue eyes locked onto mine. The moment had come to reveal the truth. I had been the one to make a promise, and it was time to fulfill it, even though I felt a sense of apprehension, fearing the potential disastrous outcome. "May I share a story with you?" I inquired. He nodded, "But how does this story relate to what you wanted to tell me?" He looked puzzled, his gaze drifting into the distance. "Or was it the story you intended to share all along?" He asked, seeking clarity.

This where we held every trial for the crime and incidents that's happening inside, including the punishment for the the who did the crime. Even I, had already set a foot in the court where all of their eyes are on me. When the higher ups came, they immediately started the trial. "The car was going to explode that's why we run towards it and help her get out but she was already dead!" Agent Lily, she's the wife of agent Layton. They have a son who's an assassin but I can't see him as of the moment. "Here's an evidence that we manage to get our hands on before the car exploded." Agent Layton took out a bottle of pill I think.

dead I screeched in terror. Hailee Johnson, missing for one month was found dead. . .by me. Her body was infested with maggots and other insects, she had stab wounds on her abdomen and her throat was slit. Her eyes were still open and her mouth gaped. My breathing was accelerating and my skin had goosebumps, my mouth wide open and my eyes bulging out of my eyes in fear. I was trembling in terror, I couldn’t move. My mind was filled with all of these terrible thoughts, was this my fault? I was the one who said she could drop fucking dead, I felt sick. I knew couldn’t have done this but now with the murder weapon possessing my DNA, the police wouldn’t believe me. I was being set up, but by who

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

The truth didn't die with me, and the real hell was only just beginning. Three days after my death, the elders secretly retrieved all the backup surveillance footage from Christmas night. Emilio thought that once the surveillance footage had been scrubbed clean, every trace of his crime would vanish with it. He had forgotten that in a mafia family like the Caruso family, a secondary, entirely independent backup system always ran in secret to prevent an internal betrayal. No one knew that only the elders had access to it.

Chloe gave a satisfied hum, rolled over, and went back to scrolling on her phone. The dorm room fell quiet. I lay on the top bunk, staring at the ceiling while my mind raced. In my last life, I knew nothing, so I did nothing. This life, I knew everything. So I had three things to do. First, let them destroy themselves. Second, leave evidence. Third, keep myself clean. I dug out my old phone and opened a shopping app. I ordered a pinhole camera, small enough to clip to a collar. Then I ordered a micro voice recorder that could run for eight hours.

You could tell by the way her green eyes sparked, slightly. "Yeah, but I'm a good actor." I smiled, walking around her desk to plop down in a chair."I killed somebody." She sighed her eyes flickered to something on the wall behind me. I knew it was a speck or a streak of darker paint. She was focused on it."Welcome to the club, babes." I crossed my legs, and continued to watch her. I watched as she took deep breaths and how her face has mastered the emotionless stare, something she was always incapable of doing.

Weighing, resisting. He knew something he was yet to make known. Not everything. But something. The look in his eyes was the same one I’d seen months ago—right after Nathan’s betrayal, when I was staying at the Musk Hotel and he approached me at that club… Mevron. It was the same look now. Not fear. Not guilt. Just… knowing. I didn’t call him out. Not yet. Instead, I reclined into the couch, weariness unfurling through my bones as my mind reached for the secrets still waiting to be voiced.

I tried my best to open my eyes, but I had no energy left. All I could do was grab the doctor’s hand and whisper, “Doctor, please pass on my final request to Pierce. Tell him to take good care of our daughter. If not, I’ll come back and haunt him.” Dr. Watson’s eyes reddened as he nodded at my request. Then my hand fell limp, and everything faded into darkness. I was dead. As the nurses wheeled my body toward the morgue, they happened to pass by Pierce. He caught sight of the limp hand draped beneath the white sheet, and the silver ring on the ring finger looked eerily familiar.