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A MAZE OF GREED

"Don't stop, Ruth. Run, run!" Thea yelled again while moving her hands. Before Edwin turned her around and got a chance to see her face, Ruth pulled her hand up and jabbed his nose. Edwin wailed in pain as he felt his nose go numb with pain. Instinctively he freed Ruth to cover his nose with both hands. He bent over a little as his eyes watered because of pain. "You!" He hissed in anger as he leapt again for Ruth. But she managed to run before he could catch her again. Her head turned around in shock when Edwin's hand tore her dress when he tried to grab her. It also surprised Edwin as he had not intended for this to happen. He looked up from the piece of cloth in his hand to see gorgeous hazel eyes. He stood rooted to his spot as his mind went blank. Ruth managed to get out of the property and ran with Thea without looking back. The guard came panting, but Edwin didn't notice him as his eyes were still trained on the gap in the wall, through which Ruth escaped. He slowly looked at the brown fabric in his hand, and the image of those alluring hazel eyes flashed in his mind. He clutched the fabric tightly in his hand, and the word left his lips in a whisper. "Ruth!" ******************* They say that there are only two types of people in the world - good and bad. Good people get happiness in their life while bad ones have to pay for their wrongdoings. Easy right? But what if you have to side with either BAD or BAD? Whom will you support? Join this journey full of secrets, past mistakes, love, hate, revenge and GREED...GREED of Power and Lust. Welcome to A MAZE OF GREED! ******************** The cover of the book belongs to its rightful owner and I do not own it. I am only using it for my book cover. If the owner wants to take it down please contact me and I will do it immediately. Instagram account:- author_rutujap Discord:- https://discord.gg/wpyvsh42

rutujaP · Fantasie
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FACING THE GRAVE

'Cemetery, Bluemoon town'

A shiver ran down Lester's spine as his eyes swept over those words written on a board above his head. He hesitated and contemplated if he should go inside or leave before anyone saw him there.

Was he ready to face her?

But how long he could avoid her? Sooner or later, he needed to see her, talk to her and... apologise to her even if she wouldn't forgive him.

Unmounting from his horse, Lester left the animal at the gate of the cemetery and decided to walk the distance. He needed some time to prepare himself.

As soon as he entered through those large metal gates, melancholic air wrapped itself around him. The chillness in the air made him rub his hands together. His legs carried him forward, manoeuvring his way through the maze of graves.

The silence was scorching, burning his eyes. Lester had no thoughts in his mind. He was walking as if some peculiar energy controlled him, ordered him to keep walking.