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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!
Being Mr Hunt's Wife

Being Mr Hunt's Wife

"$100 MILLION REWARD for verified information about CEO Lucius Hunt's REAL wife........ .......... What would you do if the husband you've never met turns out to be the boss you're falling for? I married a stranger named "Lou" to escape my father's loan shark. We exchanged vows through lawyers and phone numbers through his grandmother. We've never seen each other or know each other's real name, We're practically ghosts to each other. It's simply one signature that set me free. Or so I thought. Now I work for Lucius Hunt, Cedarville's coldest CEO. A man who looks at me like I'm a problem he needs to solve. The way he looks at me makes me forget I'm married. Lucius is everything I want but shouldn't want. I told myself it's just attraction. Just my body betraying my marriage vows to a man who thinks I'm a golddigger. But the worst part is? Lucius is married too. To a woman he's never met. And that wife is me! Turns out my ghost husband Lou and my cold boss Lucius are actually the same person. But I realized it too late. Now my own best friend is pretending to be his real wife. His desperate ex wants him back. His uncle wants us both dead. My psychotic ex won't stop stalking me. And my father's loan shark? He insists he wants me as payment, not the money. Five enemies. One target. And across the city, Lucuis's ex-convict rival just handed his contract wife divorce papers -- not knowing his contract wife has one ultimatum before she'll agree to sign. And it's the one thing he swore he would never give. Two cities. Two debt brides. Seems like Being Mr. Hunt's Wife comes with a bounty on my head.
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.