The officer’s roar of pain cut through the terminal like a whip, sharp and visceral. “Shit!” he bellowed, yanking his arm back, his face contorting in a grotesque mask of fury. His eyes burned with rage as he swung his arm toward the small girl clinging to Evelyn’s side, his hand pushing her rough
Racheal stood by the window, the city sprawled below her like a glittering web of false promises and broken dreams. The distant hum of traffic blended with the soft crackle of her cigarette, a haze of smoke curling upward and cloaking her like an aura of defiance. Her lips curled into a calculated s
Racheal leaned heavily against the doorframe, her breath hitching as Damian stepped into the room. The way he moved, carrying the pizza box with effortless confidence, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his fitted shirt, sent a wave of longing coursing through her. The dim moonlight from t
"I know you're horny bsby. I can see you're rubbing your thighs. Come suck this cock" Damian muttered huskily as he spread his legs wide Racheal tugged at the loose knot of her robe, letting it fall slowly from her shoulders, her eyes locked onto Damien’s as the silky fabric slid to the floor. Be
Trigger Warning: Explicit Content** Damien groaned deeply, his cock twitching inside her as he sucked harder, his mouth moving to her other breast, giving it the same attention. He bit down lightly, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through her, her moans filling his ears. Racheal’s hips
"Fuck, Racheal, you take me so well," Damien growled, his breath ragged as he pushed deeper, harder. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with Racheal's gasps and moans. She arched her back even more, offering herself fully to him, loving every second of his rough,
Racheal stood in front of the mirror, her hand trembling slightly as she guided the flat iron through her hair. Each strand fell in glossy, sleek perfection, but her movements felt mechanical, her mind miles away. Her reflection stared back at her, her dark eyes shadowed with exhaustion and pain.
“Always, love,” Damian said softly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “I’ll always believe in you.” As he held her, the storm inside her began to settle, though the pain never fully disappeared. She knew she would carry it with her to that courtroom, where she would fight not just for justice,
Victor’s eyes darted around wildly, searching for any sign of mercy. But there was none. “You can’t… you can’t do this to me,” he choked out, but the officer just chuckled, straightening up. “Goodbye, Victor,” the police officer said, his tone filled with finality. “May you feel every second of wha
*Epilogue Of How Victor Died*** Victor’s vision was dimming, the sterile brightness of the hospital lights barely piercing through the fog clouding his mind. His chest heaved, each breath labored and shallow, but he refused to show fear, even as a sharp, unrelenting pain gripped his heart like a
Racheal's eyes widened, filled with horror and disbelief. She recoiled, instinctively clutching Anna closer to her chest. "No… no, you don’t mean…" Her voice trailed off, her mind racing to deny the awful truth. "Oh my God!" She staggered, pressing a hand against her mouth, her fingers trembling as
Damian took a slow, hesitant step forward, his gaze never wavering from her. His eyes were filled with a longing so intense it could have brought the stars to their knees. He reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed his fingertips against her cheek, his touch warm and achingly real, grounding
But Anna kept crying, her tiny voice piercing through the calm rhythm of the ocean waves, rattling Racheal’s nerves. She tried everything—bouncing, rocking, singing softly. Nothing eased the crying. Feeling defeated, she finally set Anna down on the sand, her heart heavy, only for the little girl
**A Year Later** He was gone. Two words. They carry the weight of a world collapsing, the brutal truth that life can end without warning, without mercy. Death is so final, so unforgiving. They say it’s a thief that steals more than just a heartbeat. It takes away laughter, shared secrets, future
Victor’s eyes gleamed with delight, an almost feral hunger as he watched Damian crumble. He tilted his head, studying Damian’s broken form with a twisted satisfaction. “Oh, Damian,” he purred, relishing each syllable. “Look at you… crawling, sobbing, like a dog begging for scraps. It’s delicious.
What’s the matter, Rachel? Suddenly shy? I said fucking strip bitch! Fucking strip you fucking slut!” he taunted, cocking his head with cruel amusement. “Or do you need another… reminder?” Her breath hitched, her eyes darting to the man Victor had just killed, the blood still pooling on the cold fl
Rachel’s heart seized, her chest tightening painfully. “No!” she gasped, her voice cracking, terror rushing through her veins as she tried to grab her son swiftly before victor got a hold of him. But before she could move, Victor’s hand shot out, grabbing Jamal’s arm in a crushing grip. Jamal strug