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The Psychopath Next Door

The Psychopath Next Door

'Are you sure you still want to get an apartment? I heard that there is a ghost that appears there at night' I just suddenly remember what my friend said about this apartment building. It's a bit old but when you go inside it's very beautiful and simple even though it's small. But at the time... it's creepy. I don't know why my feet seemed to spontaneously step next to my apartment. It's been a month since I rented here and I never see my neighbor. The bangs and noises I hear at night will not disappear from my mind. Questions in my brain that will never end. I stared at the door. What is behind this door? Even though my hands were shaking, I closed my eyes and knocked on it. But as the minutes passed, I heard no turning of the door to open it. A small crack of light hit me. I slowly open my eyes when I see the door is slightly open. My breathing is heavy. I don't understand myself why anyone seems to be motivated to go to it. I stepped carefully until I got inside. I was surprised that the light was red and the surroundings were very quiet. I could only hear my heavy breathing. W-does anyone here---- I almost screamed as the door slammed shut. My hands began to tremble. The nervousness that I feel is too much. I recoiled when I heard the sound of the knife. I panicked when I heard someone making a sound of cloak. A soundly step of someone's footsteps like it's going to my direction. But I don't see anything. I covered my mouth and huddled against the edge of the door in the dark. Shaking, I opened my cell phone for my friend to call. I almost cried when I heard the step closer to my side that the horror gave me too much. 'Please! Answer my call' I shouted in my mind. My tears flowed when I heard the stop of the step that was the stop of my breath. I closed my eyes and clenched my fist. I hoped that I wouldn't be seen. I felt relieved when I heard the footsteps going to different direction. I slowly turned back here which I regretted a lot. I saw a tall dark man standing in front of me. He was holding the knife. I noticed that he was not wearing a top so I could see the tattoo on his arm. I know even in the dark he is smiling looking at me. Because of the red light, I couldn't stop swallowing. I looked away. Her beautiful body is erotic in my eyes. "Another prey, huh" he said with a smile. And despite that voice, it was dangerous. I can sense it. I squeezed harder at the end when he came to the front. He lifted my face with the knife he was holding so I couldn't let go. "What's on my neighbor's mind to step on my apartment, hmm?" He asked almost in a whisper and brought his lips to my ear. The corner of my eye quickly warmed up. "A-re you..are you going to k-ill me?" I asked weakly and stammered. I gripped the hem of my thin clothes. He laughed softly and eventually his laughter grew louder. His horrifying laughter echoed throughout the apartment. Before staring deeply into my eyes. He grinned mischievously. My hair stood up when I felt a warm hand on my thigh. "You better to leave or else...I ripped your nighties dress" Damn!
The beautiful love bond

The beautiful love bond

Once upon a time, in a small picturesque town called Willowbrook, lived two souls destined to be together. Emily, a vibrant and free-spirited artist, possessed a heart full of passion and an eye that saw beauty in the simplest of things. And there was Liam, a gentle and caring writer, whose words had the power to weave magic and touch hearts. Their paths crossed one sunny afternoon at the town's annual art fair. Emily's paintings adorned a booth, captivating everyone who walked by. Liam, an avid admirer of art, was instantly drawn to her vibrant canvases. He stood there, mesmerized by the colors and the emotions they evoked. Emily noticed Liam lost in the world of her paintings and couldn't help but smile. Intrigued by his genuine interest, she approached him. "What do you see in my art?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Liam looked into her eyes, feeling an instant connection. "I see a kaleidoscope of emotions, a world where dreams and reality blend seamlessly," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. From that moment on, their lives became intertwined. They spent countless hours exploring art galleries, discussing literature, and sharing their dreams and aspirations. Emily found inspiration in Liam's words, and Liam discovered a whole new level of beauty through Emily's artwork. As days turned into months, their bond deepened, and their love blossomed like a radiant flower. They laughed together, comforted each other during difficult times, and celebrated every milestone, no matter how small. Their love became an exquisite symphony, harmonizing their souls in perfect rhythm. On a starlit evening, Liam took Emily to a secluded meadow adorned with wildflowers. The air was filled with the scent of blossoms, and a soft breeze whispered sweet nothings through the tall grass. With a heart full of love, Liam dropped to one knee, holding a small velvet box in his hands. "Emily, you are the muse behind every word I write, the colors that illuminate my world. Will you be my partner in this grand journey of life? Will you marry me?" Liam's voice trembled with nervous excitement. Tears of joy streamed down Emily's face as she nodded and whispered, "Yes, a thousand times, yes!" Their wedding day arrived, bathed in golden sunlight, as family and friends gathered to witness their union. Emily, a vision in white, walked down the aisle, her heart overflowing with love. Liam, waiting at the altar, couldn't take his eyes off her, marveling at the serendipity that brought them together. They vowed to cherish each other, to support their dreams, and to create a lifetime of memories. And so, their journey continued, hand in hand, embracing every joy and triumph, and weathering every storm that life threw their way. Years passed, and their love grew deeper, transcending time and space. They became a testament to the power of love, inspiring others with their unwavering bond. Emily's paintings continued to tell their story, and Liam's words immortalized their love on paper. In the end, it was not just a love story but a tale of two souls who found their truest selves in each other. And as the sun set over Willowbrook, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, their love remained an eternal flame, forever burning bright in the hearts of those who witnessed their extraordinary journey.
Replaced By A Lie, Forged By Truth

Replaced By A Lie, Forged By Truth

The grand ballroom shimmered with the scent of ambition, a fitting stage for Mark Davis, the rising tech star I, Sarah Miller, had silently supported for five years. I designed his interfaces, polished his presentations, and poured my heart into his vision. Tonight, the launch of his "Aura" project, was meant to be our triumph, a celebration of what we built together. Then the spotlight found him on stage, proclaiming there was "one true genius" behind it all. My stomach tightened, anticipating a subtle nod, a shared glance. Instead, his gaze swept past me, landing on Emily Chen, my junior colleague, angelic in white, her eyes wide with feigned admiration. "That true genius," he boomed, "is Emily Chen!" A wave of gasps, then silence, as he dropped to one knee before her, pulling out a velvet box. "Emily, you are the future. Will you marry me?" The room erupted as he slid a massive diamond onto her finger. I was invisible, erased from my own story. My simple black dress suddenly felt like a shroud. I slipped away, my lungs burning, to a deserted corridor, where he found me, annoyed. "It's just business, Sarah," he said, flatly. "Emily has the connections. You're a great designer, but you're... a placeholder." He offered me a demeaning junior position under her or a "dead-end job" at a struggling startup run by "some nobody." The words, cold and sharp, cut deeper than any physical blow. His smug face expected me to break, to beg. But the humiliation burned away the shock, leaving a cold, hard clarity. My five years of love, loyalty, and hard work meant nothing to him. "I'll take the startup," I said, meeting his gaze, my voice steady.
BAD BOYS GIRL

BAD BOYS GIRL

SYNOPSIS Wyatt a young boy of 16, well built muscular body, nice hair which he changes its color steady you will never know the color of his, got dark brown eye contact, red lips, just call it a sexy looking guy lived with his rich granny who provided all he needed ever since his parents went to rest (die) which made him spoilt. Wyatt's grand mom Mrs cressida owns one of the richest schools in new York, Mrs cressida is a retired teacher. Mrs cressida made a decision of registering her grand son Wyatt in her school ROSEY GOLD HIGH, she never liked the fact that her grand son was far from her in a boarding school and she was damn tired of reports from the school authority about her grand son molesting girls. Alizeh is a young pretty average height girl of 15 with a shinny brown hair, brown eyes, pink lips, neatly curved hips and nice butt. Alizeh lives with her rich parents and lived comfortably but alizeh never showed off, you could only see richness in her crazy dress sense, her looks and the way she styles her hair. Alizeh attends Rosey gold high and she never had a friend if not lux her only friend who understands her mode, alizeh is a very calm girl but strict and mean. Alizeh having only one friend and talks to no one never stopped her from having an enemy. Cyrus the head of the red lipstick girls never stopped making alizeh's life miserable, not until Wyatt as every girls prince charming came. ©Pop Precious