서스펜스 の小説・ストーリー

“ Boss , why don’t we relax a little and you tell me what you have on your mind ? “ said Derrick . “ What do you mean , what I have in mind ? “ said Damian . “ You have been spacing out as soon as you came from the Landar company . I have never seen you like this before . “ said Derrick . “ How have you not seen me before ? “ asked Damian . “ You spacing out is weird enough four me too suspect there’s something wrong with you boss . “ said Derrick . “ I…..I…..wasn’t spacing out . “ said Damian with an annoyed look on his face . “ Tell me , I am all ears boss . One thing that I know for sure is that it has do do with Antonio . “ said Derrick . Damian looked at him confused how he could know b

Slowly the metal strings which were tied to the burial loosened and broke. As he continued to hit the tomb, the iron frames that covered the body of Otaku fell to the floor. ***** There was a short circuit in Amara's palace. The lights in the room begin to flicker for a few moments and then they finally shut off. Amara walked to the vast front hall in an attempt to switch on the generator. But it wasn't working. She desperately searched the cabinets for the candles or torch light but did not find any. Her conscience sensed something dangerous about to happen.

Metal screaming apart. And then… nothing. THE END

The door creaked open, and the group entered, the atmosphere tense with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. Inside the house, Lark stood alongside some of his trusted men, his expression a blend of determination and concern. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls as the group gathered around. The air was thick with tension, the weight of their plan and its potential consequences hanging in the air. The spy carrying Mara's unconscious body carefully laid her down on a nearby couch, her features peaceful in slumber. Lark stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Mara's form, his thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Always us. THE END

" Susannah inquired walking towards the exit door, expecting Thompson to reply to her question but got no answer. She halts as she gets to the door and turns back facing Thompson who was still smoking. "You are not answering me, right?. Are you using me?" Susannah asked with an intense tone which shows she's getting furious. She left the hall furiously since Thompson refused to give her an answer to her question. She made some spell and vanished to her room. Lying on her bed, tears began to flow down her cheeks. She wept painfully for a reason best known to her till she slept off.

I can't let my son watch me crush into pieces. I pull up in my parking lot and head towards my house. The door is slightly ajar. Wait, I thought I closed the door. A cold chill slithers up my spine. I open the door in fright. I switch on the lights, my hands shaking. Someone is sitting on the couch, smoking. I FREEZE ON THE GROUND. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

she asked briskly. Susan and Dena looked at her. “They just got into their cars,” Dena said. “Why?” “One of the cars is going to blow up,” Hannah said. “I don’t know how I know, but I just know.” Susan didn’t wait for another second to waste, she was out of the house in a flash, distancing both Beatrice and Jake from their cars in the pause of time, she moved to touch Beatrice, and Jake’s car, she returned into the house to stand by the window with Dena, time unfroze, Jake’s car exploded.

It's time to concentrate on the TV. THE END