روايات وقصص ضمن Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me

She knew the danger they were up against, and it terrified her. Eventually, the conversation wound down, and the brothers dispersed to their rooms. Emily lingered in the living room, staring at the family photos on the mantelpiece. She traced her fingers over a picture of the four of them, taken years ago, back when everything was simpler. Lost in thought, she didn’t hear Chris approach. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch gentle. “You okay?” Emily nodded, though tears pricked her eyes. “I just...I’m scared, Chris. I don’t want anything to happen to any of you.”

Suddenly, the door yanked open, and a man, different from the others, pulled me out. “Who are you? Drop me.” I tried to struggle, but he was stronger than I. He opened the door to another car and dropped me inside. Before I could scream, the vehicle sped off. “Who are you people? What is happening?!” I cried, tears streaming down my face. “I should’ve just let the boss kill me, it would have been better.....” “My little B,” a familiar voice whispered from beside me. That voice. My heart stopped. It couldn’t be…

The fear, the pull, the thing she was running toward even when she knew she shouldn’t. “Little doll.” The words echoed in my head again, soft and dangerous. I didn’t know it yet, but that name was going to change everything.