They say miracles happen to those who believe, but Rachel had repeated that mantra to herself so many times that the words had lost their weight, becoming hollow whispers in the dark. Nights stretched into weeks, weeks into months, as she sat by Jamal's bedside, her heart heavy with a despair she da
Is everything alright?” the doctor began, his tone gentle, but the words died in his throat as his gaze landed on the bed. Jamal—who had been motionless, unresponsive for what felt like an eternity—was no longer lying still. He was sitting up, his movements slow and unsteady, but unmistakably alive
*Trigger Warning: Dark Themes, Violence** “Time to get Victor out of there.” The words rolled off his tongue, low and menacing. A dark-skinned man, his muscles taut beneath a fitted black shirt, adjusted the loaded pistol with practiced ease, slipping it into the waistband of his jeans. He sniff
"You must take me with you!" Victor scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pulled out his gun, aiming it directly at her forehead. “You’re delusional, Evelyn. Do you really think you’re worth anything to me? Say goodbye, Evelyn.” He cocked the gun, his voice dropping to a chillin
Trigger Warning: Violence Act The city was a pressure cooker, and Dante could feel it ready to blow. “Where the hell is Victor?” he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through the stale air in the car. His fingers clenched the steering wheel, knuckles drained of color, veins pulsing angrily. Swea
“You really thought you could outrun me, Victor?” Romano’s voice was low, smooth, and filled with a venomous calm that sent chills down the spines of his men flanking him. He took a measured step forward, the sound of his polished shoes striking the pavement echoing like a countdown. “Disappointing.
Weeks turned into months, and Rachel’s life found a rhythm of stillness that felt almost dreamlike. The relentless storm Victor had left behind seemed to dissipate into an eerie quiet. The police had pursued every possible lead, scouring for any trace of him. They combed through his history, retra
Weeks turned into months, and Rachel’s life found a rhythm of stillness that felt almost dreamlike. The relentless storm Victor had left behind seemed to dissipate into an eerie quiet. The police had pursued every possible lead, scouring for any trace of him. They combed through his history, retra
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