rory conroy

Simon Hawthorn and I were once New York's most envied power couple. In our six years of marriage, his world seemed to revolve entirely around me. His devotion was an open secret in our circle. Even during the month he lay in a coma after a car crash, he constantly murmured my nickname: "Rory." I kept a tireless vigil at his bedside, and finally, my prayers were answered when he miraculously woke up. But the day before his discharge, I saw him in the hospital's private garden, locked in a passionate embrace with another woman. "Rosie, it was only when I was on the brink of death that I realized you've always been the one I love." "If it weren't for how much she looks like you, I would have never given Aurora Blackwood a second glance, let alone married her." "Give me a chance. Let's start over." The positive pregnancy test in my pocket suddenly felt as cold and heavy as a stone. It turned out the "Rory" Simon had been murmuring so tenderly wasn't me at all. I was just a pathetic stand-in, the fool in a six-year charade.

In 2050 (45 years ago) an island was discovered by a group of whale watchers and they were able to make it an official country. They called it, Raka. It was split into 4 regions, each assigned a group of people, from a specific place, with a specific look. The first was called the Maru, where I live. The people here are all pale, with blonde hair, and blue eyes. The second was called the Underlye. People here have tan skin, and dark hair, with green eyes. The third was called the Shallows. People here have red hair, freckled skin, and brown eyes. The fourth, and final region, the Waahanga. The people here are very similar to the people from the Maru. The only thing different is their lifestyle. The people from the Maru are from an old country formerly called Germany. But the people from the Waahanga are from a place called Sweden. I've never been able to tell us apart, but who knows, maybe I'm just young.

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In a world of Nero users— rare individuals with abilities that defy logic—power was everything. For centuries, the Boshin family, one of the first nero users, reigned supreme, holding the authority and control over all Nero users. Until they didn’t. One night, thirteen years ago, they were erased. No survivors. No witnesses. Only for a private firm to take over the authority: Nexus Corporation—a ruthless, global entity that hunts, experiments, and controls Nero users like tools. Some say it was Nexus themselves who orchestrated the purge—silencing the old blood to make way for their rule. But the past never stays buried. Now, whispers of a surviving heir have begun to surface. What will Nexus do when the past refuses to stay dead? Will they go as far as to initiate a Neroro Protocol—a high-class execution directive, rumored to leave no survivors? And in a world built on blood and betrayal… Can the heir survive? Because once a Neroro begins— It doesn’t stop. Not until one thing is certain: You’re dead.

It isn’t going to happen to Dave Fleming. No way. He isn’t going to end up growing old. He has this aging thing beat. He works out, eats healthy, takes all the right supplements. As a result, he’s a handsome man, with a killer body, and it’s going to stay that way.<br><br>But it doesn’t work. Though he’s done his best to swim upstream, Dave is swept steadily along to senior citizenship along with everyone else. In the process, he passed up chances for love. Now here he is, in his twilight years and alone, sharing his life with his faithful Labrador.<br><br>One night as Dave stands before his bathroom mirror getting ready for bed, he bemoans the fact that he was so absorbed in the physical that he’d let love pass him by. He stares at his reflection in the mirror and wishes he could go back, be young again, and experience it all once more, even for just a short time. Maybe he’d even find love.<br><br>If Dave gets his chance, will he take advantage of it and make his wish come true?

A journey to the land of the spirits

The story is about a horror room. Once upon a time a boy whose name is Harry. He is a very intelligent boy and he does not scared with any one.his father was a very rich man but Harry like always like an entertainment's he likes to do something new was a very brave boy One day someone tell the story about a haunted roomwhich was located near his house and he doesn't know a little bit about that house.his father know about that room but he always keeps it secret.harry decides to visit that room.he took his friend who's name is John.they both decided to go and research about that house.it was a dark night they both called each other and find the way to enter on that house.No one knows about that because every one is sleeping.the door opened automatically but they won't be scared anymore they enter some scarry noises thar makes very horror they bothe goes the6 saw something very like a banshees with long hair,dark teeth and a white dress they both very scared and fainted Next morning boths father goes to find their sons and then they listened a very loud shout inside from the horror room they both go and found their sons

Who's the fairest of them all, according to the mirror on the wall? + To say Sahara Jackson, 23, feels insecure is an understatement. Being the 'ugly duckling' of the four siblings didn't boost her self-esteem; rather, it pushed it off a cliff with a sneer on its face. Sahara's life is crumbling right in front of her eyes as her family and therapist keep repeating the same empty platitudes, and she needs to be saved. Despite her expectations, salvation comes in an unexpected form, in the person of Xavier Wells. The stereotypical affluent white male with a strong bad boy reputation.

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Kuro's Horror Shorts is a collection of short horror stories done all by Kuro Kaen. Throughout the month of October (as well as every Friday the 13th), the collection will only grow bigger with more terrifying stories to come. And don't worry. There will be no cheesy horror stories. I only write the truly terrifying ones.