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I hope everyone like my creation.

Penulis: Funky_Cruella
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retrograde

Wealthy and beautiful Angela thinks no one will ever know about her dark, terrible past. Being thrown out by her stepdad and having no place to go, she is forced to do things for survival. "After developing an application which made her rich, she becomes a popular figure; of course, everyone wants a piece of the pie, even the person who hates you the most. "Angela never for a moment thought someone would threaten to expose her. Now she's being given the alternative You will do as I say or pay the price. Her past has reared its ugly head. Angela has to find the blackmailer and deal with him by whatever means. Run Angela screamed Jessica as Angela sprinted through the woods with wind bustling through the branches of the trees, making the leaves howl in their symphony. Running along the gravel path in the woods makes her realize how intricate the clash between weather and nature can be. Two natural forces are both in harmony and constantly fighting. The rain would come down any second; its distinct smell filled the air. Plush, intertwining clouds pushed their grey front towards where I stood. The trees continued protesting against the wind as it blew their seeds. Maple seeds twirled down, only to get stuck on my clothes and in the creek. Angela stopped by the edge of the river; she placed a hand on her chest, her heart wouldn't stop raging against her rib cage, and she fought to keep silent a small whimper. Her heart was so loud she feared it would give her away; it was so loud in her ears; she thought the creature that used to be someone she once trusted would hear it and tear it from her. "Who is there? She screamed, looking back, hearing footsteps getting closer. Until she stopped and looked back, there stood a man with a mask, holding a knife; who was this person? Being diagnosed with anterograde amnesia made her unable to create new memories; her past kept haunting her. is it the same person who is always killing her in her dreams? "WHO IS IN DANGER, THE HUNTER OR THE PERSON WHO HAS NOTHING TO LOOSE AND IS DEAD LONG AGO TO HER LOVED ONES" Welcome to Retrograde, where your past keeps haunting you.

Legacy_za · Fantasi
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Falak Talak - The God is Dead

On the other hand, people outside were banging the door. “You’re not supposed to climb the ladder of crime so quickly child….Stealing and muerder on the same day? You want a soap right? I’ll buy you many soaps.” The inspector was luring the child. He was trying to make a deal to save his life because everything was in the hand of the child now. The inspector tried taking a step forward. “Stop…Stop right there!” The child yelled. The inspector was stunned. Everyone in the police station could now hear the child. Mhatre stuck his ear close to the door to find out what exactly were they talking. “Okay…I wont move…See do one thing, keep the gun on that table… I promise I’ll let you go.” “Why were you trying to remove my clothes?!” Sabun questioned, in anger. He wanted to know what was going on in the inspector’s mind. “No, No reason at all. I was joking. Really. You took that joke seriously.” “Tell me! Tell me!” The child yelled. The police officer was now shivering in fear. Mhatre tried to listen to figure out what was happening inside. “You..You are very beautiful. I wanted to see if you’d be the same without any clothes on.” The child’s eye were moist. As soon as the inspector said that, the child pulled the trigger. A bullet was fired. Everyone outside now began to panic. The bullet just brushed past the inspector and pierced the wall of the room. Neeraj was now shit scared. He had a narrow escape, but he didn’t know for how long. “You two feet motherfucker!” “Me? Me? You’ll are motherfuckers!” The child had made up his mind. There was a shine in his eyes. Neeraj tried to read his eyes but he was confused. “What are you going to do? No! No! Mhatre save meee!” Neeraj cried for help. But it was too late. The kid had fired the bullet

Afzal Razvi · Seram
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