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Carol cradles Aria closer, her daughter's tiny body trembling against her chest. The heat radiating from Aria's fevered skin sears through Carol's nerves, each shallow breath the child takes a painful reminder of how dire the situation is. She bites her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, her tear-streaked face a canvas of fear and desperation. Since Harris had left hours ago with a casual remark about being in the bar, she'd been trapped in this dim, suffocating room. Her frantic attempts to escape—testing the window, banging on the locked door—have yielded nothing but bruised hands and growing panic. "What should I do?" she whispers to herself, pacing the room with Aria in her arms. Her voice cracks, betraying the thin thread of control she clings to. "Damien… I know you're trying, but if this goes on any longer—Aria…"Her chest tightens as Aria lets out a feeble whimper, the sound so small, yet it cuts through Carol like a blade. She has to decide: give Aria the formula they’d
Last Updated : 2025-01-19Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate Found her
Damien’s car roars down the city streets, weaving through traffic with a sense of urgency that matches the storm brewing in his chest. His heart races, a pounding rhythm that drowns out the hum of the engine. The location James sent—an unassuming bar tucked away on a dimly lit corner—has his gut twisting. He slows only slightly as he nears the bar, his sharp eyes scanning the parking lot for any sign of Carol or the men who took her. Nothing. The frustration gnaws at him, a vicious beast clawing its way through his mind. His knuckles ache from gripping the steering wheel too tightly. "Where are you?" he mutters under his breath, his voice low and strained. The streets blur past him, neon signs flickering in the early morning. His phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up with James’s name. Damien swipes it up, his voice cutting through the line. “Did you find anything else?” “No,” James replies, his tone taut with regret. “But I’ve got the cops en route. They’ll be there so
Last Updated : 2025-01-20Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate Harris's madness
BANG!!!!The sharp crack of a gunshot pierces the air, followed by a collective gasp that leaves the world hanging in dreadful silence. Time itself seems to freeze as everyone turns toward the sound, eyes wide with shock and terror. Everyone except Damien. His heart slams against his ribcage, and his breath catches in his throat. “Carol!” he screams, his voice raw and desperate. The sound shatters the stillness, galvanizing the crowd into motion. Cops shout commands, civilians scatter, and chaos erupts around him. But Damien has only one thought: getting to his family. “What did you just do?” the boss bellows at Harris, his voice trembling with rage and fear as he stumbles backward. Harris stands tall, gun still raised, a cold smile curling his lips. There’s no remorse in his eyes, only cruel satisfaction. “What did I do?” he mocks, his voice dark and venomous. “I made a point. This family—his family—owes me everything! And if they won’t give it to me, I’ll take it!” He gestures
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Damien sits slumped in a stiff hospital chair, his back aching, his eyes fixed on Carol. She lies unconscious on the bed, her face pale under the dim hospital light. The faint beeping of the monitors fills the quiet room, a cruel reminder of her fragility. His hand tightens instinctively around Aria, who sleeps nestled in his arms, her small body warm and still feverish against his chest.The news of Harris facing a lifelong prison sentence barely registers in Damien’s mind. There is no triumph, no satisfaction. Only exhaustion and the heavy weight of guilt pressing on his chest. His daughter’s fever has subsided, and she sleeps peacefully now, but the image of Carol collapsing haunts him. Her seizure had been violent, her body trembling uncontrollably, and the doctor’s explanation of the drugs in her blood still echoes in his head. “It was a long ride, wasn’t it?” he murmurs, brushing his lips against Aria’s forehead. His voice is soft, heavy with emotion. “Dad is sorry. It must’ve
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The cold air of the prison cell wraps around Harris Crawley like a second skin, sharp and unforgiving. He sits on the edge of the narrow cot, staring at the stained, cracked floor. The cement feels like ice beneath his bare feet. His shoulders sag, heavy with exhaustion, yet his eyes remain fixated on nothing, hollow and unmoving. The rattling of keys at his cell door breaks the suffocating silence. A guard’s voice echoes down the corridor, sharp and impatient. “Harris Crawley! You got a visitor!” Harris doesn’t move at first. His head tilts slightly, brows drawing together as if he hasn’t heard right. Then, the weight of the words sinks in. He shifts sluggishly, his joints aching as he pushes himself to stand. The chains around his ankles clink with each slow movement. “Let’s go, Crawley. Don’t keep them waiting,” the guard barks. Harris shuffles toward the cell door. The corners of his mouth twitch, neither a smile nor a frown, but a grimace of unease. His forehead creases
Last Updated : 2025-01-22Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate His Universe
The road stretches endlessly in front of Damien, a shimmering ribbon of asphalt bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. The soft whistle of wind slipping through the slightly open window carries with it a soothing rhythm, brushing against his skin like a gentle caress. His fingers tighten briefly around the steering wheel, his thoughts drifting toward the hospital. Toward Carol. Toward Aria. His chest tightens, a bittersweet ache that somehow feels both painful and grounding. The hospital parking lot is quiet, the dimming sunlight casting long shadows across the concrete. Damien steps out of the car, his movements purposeful but tinged with hesitation. Each step toward the building feels like a triumph, a declaration that he’s still here, still fighting for the life he thought he’d never deserve. When he pushes the door open, the sight that greets him stops him in his tracks. Carol is sitting on a chair near the window, her head tilted down, a soft cascade of hair framing he
Last Updated : 2025-01-23Mr. Cripple And Mrs. Deaf : Twist Of Fate Eunice × James (1)
Eunice- "Is everything alright?" Cindy places a coffee on the desk as she sits next to me. Her beautiful ginger-red hair cascades down her waist as she pulls her chair closer. "Yeah. Why?" I hold the cup of coffee. The smell of roasted beans always helps with my migraines. "We've been noticing you seem low. Is everything okay?" I didn’t know I was showing any signs of distress. "Yeah. Must be work stress," I reply, taking a sip. My lips touch the edge of the cup, but my attention drifts to the surface of the coffee. Being away from home, from the people who love me, in a foreign land always feels suffocating. Not to mention the reason I ran away in the first place. It lingers in my mind, rent-free. Never in my life did I think I’d feel so foolish for loving someone. When I tried to rid myself of that love, my heart rebelled against every thought. I always admired his dedication to working hard, but in his pursuit, he forgot someone was waiting—to be called,
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James-Damien once said that for family, he could destroy the world. It was his determined resolve to protect his own. When his sister died and he believed the woman he loved was responsible, I saw him crumble like a sandcastle washed away by relentless waves. At that moment, I wondered if a person could truly become a monster because of grief. What would happen if I lost my parents? While these thoughts churned in my mind, life handed me the answer. One day, I stood before my parents’ lifeless bodies, covered in blood. The red didn’t feel vibrant—it felt gray, colorless, devoid of life. My younger sister clung to my legs, sobbing endlessly, asking over and over what we would do now. I felt myself shatter into pieces, like fragile glass crushed underfoot. When I finally resolved to protect the only family I had left, to become a monster like Damien if necessary, fate laughed in my face. I stood by my sister’s hospital bed, watching her weak gaze meet mine. Her frail hand reach
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It’s late evening, and the house is quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Everyone left except Carol. She just put Aria in her bed after a long day. Carol is curled up on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone, catching up on the day’s events. The soft glow from the screen lights up her face, and she can’t help but smile as she reads a message from her best friend, Eunice. After what felt like a long stretch of tension and uncertainty, Eunice and James have decided to try again—James is back, and it seems like they’re working things out. Carol’s heart swells with happiness for her friend. Just as she leans back, stretching her legs on the couch, the front door opens, and Damien walks in. His shoulders are hunched, his tie slightly loosened, and he looks exhausted. The stress from his day is evident, and he doesn’t even bother to take off his shoes before walking towards the living room. Carol raises an eyebrow, putting her phone down and watching
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Aria sits quietly on the couch, her little body curled up into a ball, her plush carrot tightly held against her chest. Her small face is scrunched up, a mixture of confusion and sadness overtaking her usual lively demeanor. She can’t stop thinking about what happened with Julian earlier, and it's hurting her innocence heart more than she’s willing to admit. She is confused why Julian wants to play with someone else when she is playing with him. Damien, noticing his daughter’s silence, looks over at her from the kitchen, where he’s sipping his coffee. His heart clenches at the sight of her pouting face. Aria usually bounces around the house with boundless energy, but today, she’s a shell of her usual self. He places the mug down on the counter and walks over to her. “Hey, kiddo,” he says softly, sitting beside her on the couch. He gently pulls her onto his lap, his big hands rubbing circles on her back as he tries to comfort her. “What’s wrong, princess? Why the long face?” Aria d
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The apartment is filled with the sound of the faint rustling of clothes and the occasional thud of a box being moved around. It’s quiet in a way that feels almost suffocating, the air thick with the unspoken tension that has been building for weeks. Since James hasn't been in his company, I couldn't ignore the situation. He wants to stay a few days to travel around the city. However, he has been getting lots of calls from his assistant. I can't let him slack off all day like a lazy ass. I sit cross-legged on the bed, staring at the half-packed suitcase in front of me, my fingers mindlessly folding the clothes I’ve laid out. My thoughts are a jumbled mess, as usual, filled with a thousand things—mostly about what’s coming next, about leaving and starting over, about the future that feels uncertain. But there’s one constant. One person. James. I can feel him watching me from across the room, where he’s leaned lazily against the dresser, arms crossed, his gaze locked onto me
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Although I couldn't secure a position in the American branch of my company, for our best interests, James has asked me to work for him in his company. Although it's a new company, Damien has been helping him with lots of projects. We will leave soon. I have resigned my position. The bar is alive with music, the low hum of conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter as glasses clink together in celebration. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, fried food, and something bittersweet that lingers beneath it all—farewells. My farewell. I should be celebrating. This is my night, after all. A send-off from colleagues who’ve become friends, from a place that’s been my home for years. A place I fought to leave, worked tirelessly to outgrow. But as I sit at the bar, nursing my fourth—or maybe fifth?—drink, there’s a hollow feeling settling deep inside me, like something slipping through my fingers no matter how tightly I try to hold on. Maybe because I acknowledged th
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The apartment is unbearably quiet. I sit curled up on the couch, knees drawn to my chest, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. The only sound is the faint hum of the refrigerator, but even that feels distant—like the world outside this room no longer exists. James’s message from last night is still on my phone, the words burning into my mind. "Staying at a hotel tonight. Don’t wait up."He didn’t call. Didn’t ask to talk. Didn’t even ask why. I clutch the blanket around me, my fingers tightening in the fabric. The weight in my chest is suffocating, pressing down like a stone. Sleep never came, only hours of staring at the walls, thinking about the moment he found that ticket—how his expression darkened, how he left without another word. He knows. And I hurt him. The sky outside turns from black to gray, signaling morning, but it doesn’t bring relief. The ache in my chest only deepens. I can’t sit in this silence any longer. My hands tremble as I pick up my phone and d
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Eunice, The morning sunlight drapes across the living room, casting a golden warmth over the space. Everything feels too still, too peaceful, as if the world itself is oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. James moves around the kitchen with ease, sleeves rolled up, flipping pancakes like it’s second nature. I watch him, mesmerized by the way he hums under his breath, his presence so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. It should be comforting—this domesticity, this quiet moment between us. But instead, my chest tightens, because I know that soon, everything will change. Since we have returned home, I have been fighting with myself for a decision that I thought was simple a month ago. However, his appearance, me falling in love with him again made that simple decision one of the hardest decisions ever. I haven’t told him yet. “You’re staring,” James teases, his voice smooth, pulling me out of my thoughts. He glances over his shoulder, flashing that boyish grin that u
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With a long-suffering sigh, he nods. “Fine. I promise.” Aria beams, hugging him tightly. “Yay! My Julie forever!” Irene smirks, crossing her arms. “We’ll see about that.” Julian groans, rubbing his temples as Aria and Irene continue their tug-of-war over him. He has had enough. “Can you both just stop?!” He snaps finally, his patience finally breaking and wearing off. Especially to Aria who is clinging onto him like a slime. Silence falls. Aria blinks, her grip on his shirt loosening. “J-Julie…?” Her voice is small, uncertain. Julian exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Irene, you always mess with me and now her, and Aria, you act like a spoiled kid whenever I talk to anyone else!” His voice is firm, frustrated. “I can be friends with other people! You don’t own me, Aria!” His sharp cold eyes shudders Aria who looks confused with Julian's cold and indifferent gaze. The room suddenly feels too quiet. Aria’s fingers tremble as she stares at him,
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Julian narrows his eyes before walking towards the door, " What's their name!?" He asks. " Julie! You got friends. What about me?" She follows him hugging her plush. " I don't know her name but she is here to play with you!" Julian walks downstairs while Aria skips the staircases one after one. " Why do you have friends? I don't have friends. I want to be friends with your friend!" She keeps whining while running towards Julian. " Hi! Julian!" A girl wearing a beautiful dress shyly waves her hand. " I am here to play." " Irene! Why are you here?" Julian asks, frowning a bit. " To play -!" Julian barely takes two steps forward before Aria latches onto his arm, her plush carrot squeezed against her chest like a battle shield. Her big, round eyes lock onto the girl standing before them, her lips pursed in a deep frown. Irene blinks, then smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Is this your little sister, Julian?” Aria gasps dramatically, releasing Julian just to s
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Two days ago, Julian told her that he hated her for touching his homework. Now she is yet to get over from that shock. Julian barely stirs under the warmth of his blanket, his face half-buried in his pillow. The room is quiet except for the faint rustling of fabric as he tries to sink deeper into sleep. But Aria stands frozen at his bedside, her tiny fists clenched, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "He said he hates me…" Her lips tremble, but not from sadness—from determination. She knows Julian better than anyone. He can say all he wants, but the moment she starts crying, he’ll melt like an ice cream cone in the sun. Taking a deep breath, she clenches her plush carrot and prepares for battle. She sniffs. Loudly. A little whimper escapes her lips, followed by another dramatic sniff. Then, with precise control, her lower lip wobbles as she blinks rapidly, allowing fat, glistening tears to pool in her big eyes. Julian shifts slightly under the blanket. She s
