Witness Me Novels & Stories

> POV: Blаkе Shе’ѕ finally ѕtаrtіng tо unwіnd. I tell myself I ѕhоuld bе kееріng notes оn thе рrоgrеѕѕ оf mу wіtnеѕѕ. But who am I kidding? I’ve bееn wаtсhіng her lіkе a hawk frоm thе mоmеnt I ѕаw hеr, аnd іt hаѕ nоthіng tо do wіth kееріng wіtnеѕѕ nоtеѕ.

Upon hearing Sergeant William’s words, the crowd fell silent. When I saw Sergeant William, a shadow flickered in my eyes. I noticed Gilbert’s panicked look, so I deliberately raised my voice and said, “Sergeant William, since you’re here, I would like you to be my witness.” Sergeant William looked doubtful. “Witness to what?” Under the crowd’s accusing gaze, I lowered my head. My shoulders trembled slightly. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Where’s your proof? Who's your witness?" "Silver-haired thief! Just admit it!" someone shouted from the crowd. The laughter resumed, growing louder as shame washed over my face. “June Joe is my witness!” I cried out, my voice cracking. “I was with her the whole time, I even slept in her room last night! Please, you have to believe me!” Tears stung my eyes, but I forced them back. Morgan tilted her head, a mocking smile curling on her lips. “Who the fuck is June Joe?”

I strongly utter. “H-how?” I fiercely look at him. If he will not agree with my request, I will forget that we ever become friends. “Witness for me. I will fil a case against Tyler and I want you to witness state what you know” His reaction changed. He looks doubtful, a face full of hesitations, that’s what I can see from him. Don’t disappoint me this time, Rhys. “I will” That was a relief. At least I know that I have one to witness. It’s about time to redeem my stolen dignity. I have long been silent and this time, there’s no more escaping. It’s me to face it and finally free myself from my dark past.

“Then Winterthorne won’t survive another night like this.” Milo looks up at me, solemn. “But you will.” I meet his gaze. “How do you know?” He shrugs slightly. “You’re not running anymore.” The symbol on the altar fades—leaving a faint imprint behind. Lucien studies it. “It marked you.” I nod. “Not as a claim.” Ruby swallows. “Then what?” I straighten, exhaustion heavy but resolve heavier. “As a witness,” I say. “And a warning.”

She shrugged into it, magic flaring instinctively as it sealed around her. “You don’t have to lead,” I said quietly as we moved. “You don’t have to prove.” “I’m not proving anything,” she cut in softly. “I’m witnessing.” That stopped me cold. Witnessing meant memory. Meant truth. Meant destiny decisions made in blood. The hallway lights dimmed crimson, in combat mode. Lira appeared out of shadow beside us, knives already in hand. “East wall. Three signatures. Marked.” “Alive?” Aria asked.

I'm done being a witness, now I would chase you even if you run until the end of parallel world. ---

A phone vibrated against the console, and the man in the driver's seat answered it without looking at the screen. "It's done," he said. A distorted, mechanical voice replied from the other end. "And the witness?" "There was one," Damien admitted, staring out the tinted windshield. A sharp silence followed before the caller spoke again. "You handled it?" "I did." "You killed her?" Damien paused, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "...No." The silence on the line grew noticeably heavier. "You left a witness alive?" "She's blind," Damien said, his voice entirely flat. "She never saw me."

I hadn’t even thought about that. “Witnesses?” I asked, my heart suddenly pounding. “People who would testify for me?” His brows furrowed as he pulled out a sheet of paper and scribbled something down. “Well, in situations like this, witnesses can be critical. It’s not just about what you say, but what others saw. If Marcus shows up with people who can back up his story, it could be a real problem.”