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Ellaya

The courtroom suffocated beneath a silence thick as tar. Buzzing fluorescent lights cast long, warped shadows that bled across the marble floor. The air felt off—wrong. Like something breathing just beneath the surface. Ellaya Stone stood center stage. Still. Too still. Her spine straight. Her chin raised. A portrait of defiance carved in ice. Then she spoke— "I plead guilty." The words didn't just echo. They cracked. Shattered. Splintered like glass, echoing in fragments that didn’t belong to this reality. The judge blinked, slowly—his expression unreadable. But his voice, when it came, scraped across the room like rusted metal. “Ms. Stone, are you certain you wish to say nothing in your defense?” Her lips curved. Not warmth. Not surrender. Something colder. Something final. "I accept responsibility for all my crimes." But beneath her voice, something else whispered. I poisoned him. I betrayed him. I destroyed him. Iden jolted, his breath catching mid-chest. The gav
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Forever, my enigma

Iden’s throat constricted. “Ellaya…” he whispered. She turned slowly. Not surprised. Not afraid. Her eyes were wild with stormlight. Then she smiled—and hummed the final line of their wedding song. He lurched forward, hand outstretched to touch her. But she vanished like breath in winter air. His heart skipped. Was she real? Or a ghost conjured by guilt? Then—he heard it again. That hum. From upstairs. He bolted, footsteps thunderous against the silence. With each step, the melody sharpened, luring him deeper into the dark. At the top of the stairs, he paused. His breath hitched as his fingers hovered over the doorknob. Cold metal bit into his skin, a cruel mirror to the chill in his chest. The door groaned open—revealing a room drenched in shadow and memory. A crackling gramophone spun her tune. Dust danced in the moonlight. He crossed the room and shut it off. Turned— And saw her. No… not her. A photograph. Framed on the far wall. A frozen moment: Ellaya in white
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It's her

“It’s her,” Iden breathed—barely audible, like the wind had to lean in to catch it. His fingers trembled. Ana’s warmth slipped from his hand as he backed away. A few bills fluttered to the café table. The note crinkled as he stuffed it into his pocket—then he was gone. The door slammed behind him, the bell above it chiming far too sweetly for what had just cracked open inside him. Outside, the heat hit like a slap. Sunlight bouncing off metal, coffee-stained air tangled with car exhaust. His lungs burned. His heart hammered—wild, primal. Where did she go? Those eyes. Purple . Sharp. Too knowing. Or was the light playing games again? Now? Gone. Like smoke trailing from a blown-out match. Was it her? A ghost? A trick of memory? 'But if it was just memory, what the fuck this goddamn note doing in my pocket?' Footsteps behind him. Fast. Sharp. “Iden!” Ana’s voice cut through the heat. “What the hell was that?” He didn’t answer. Just turned, his face drawn tigh
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A hug

The door creaked open. A glint of silver flickered—then disappeared into its sheath. A shadow stepped back into the dimness. “You—what are you doing here?” the woman gasped, jolting upright in bed. A man stood in the doorway. His face was tight with dread. “She’s back,” he said. “She’s out of prison.” Her pulse slammed against her ribs. “That’s impossible. She was locked away for life! There’s no way—” “I thought the same.” His voice trembled, torn between disbelief and certainty. “But my informant isn’t wrong.” He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her trembling frame. She gripped him like he was an anchor and the world had just tipped. In the far corner of the room, where shadows stretched and light dared not reach, a woman in black watched. Her eyes glittered—silent, unreadable. Then, without a word, she turned and vanished into the dark. --- She moved through the mansion like smoke. In the library, the scent of old books curled around her—dust, l
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He is sick

The morning light seeped through the obstinate trees, their leaves swaying gently in the breeze, droplets of dew glimmering like precious gems under the soft kiss of the sun. Birds flitted from branch to branch, their songs weaving through the air, distant yet soothing. In the white-painted hospital room, the curtains shifted lazily, revealing fleeting streaks of sunlight that stretched toward the figure lying motionless on the bed. His closed eyes fluttered twice at the distant murmur of voices. Iden’s heavy lids parted, revealing dark eyes clouded with confusion. His gaze drifted upward, meeting the blank, sterile expanse of the white ceiling. His chest rose and fell unevenly, the stiffness in his neck sparking a dull, persistent ache. “What… What am I doing here?” His voice cracked, each word clawing its way from his dry throat. He ran a hand across his face, feeling the roughness of fever-chilled skin. The pounding in his head mirrored the disarray of his thoughts. James steppe
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Devil and evil

The man in the hospital ward scrolled through his phone, his silver-grey eyes narrowing slightly. Those eyes—the sharp blend of angelic grace and devilish intensity—seemed to pierce through whatever they landed on. Even in the simple hospital gown, he exuded an authority that demanded the world’s obedience. Iden Ruan rose from the edge of the hospital bed. The clean, minimalistic lines of the room seemed to bow to his commanding presence. His frame, towering above six feet three, moved with a predatory elegance. Muscles rippled beneath the fabric, their angular definition hinting at raw power. A strong jawline, cut as if by a master sculptor, framed a mouth that was both cruel and inviting, while strands of black hair shimmered faintly under the morning light streaming through the window. In less than fifteen minutes, Iden had washed away the residue of rest, dressed in a perfectly tailored coat, and was walking briskly out of the ward. His movements were calculated, the click of hi
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Party

A petite woman with short, cropped hair lounged on her couch, her face masked in a thin layer of cream. A novel rested in her hands, its pages slightly bent from her grip. Her legs dangled over the armrest, swinging in a playful rhythm that matched the soft melody drifting through the room. The music wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, blending seamlessly with the quiet hum of her thoughts. A sharp knock shattered the tranquility. She froze, her gaze darting toward the door. With a sigh, she placed the novel on the table and peeled off the mask, revealing skin flushed from the warmth of the room. Her lips curved into a sweet smile as she swung the door open, but the visitor’s expression didn’t mirror her joy. Before she could speak, Ellaya grabbed her hand and dragged her inside, her grip firm and unyielding. The door slammed shut behind them. Ellaya released her abruptly, her movements sharp and deliberate. She stepped back, her eyes narrowing into slits. “How did you get
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Party 2

The party hall was lavishly decorated with every imaginable detail. Men and women were laughing, drinking, talking, and displaying their status. Mr. and Mrs. Stone cut the huge cake, while holding each other's hands and smiling affectionately. Music played and couples danced. Only one man was leaning against the railing of the balcony watching everything with his colourless beautiful orbs. To put straight his hawk-like eyes searching for someone. People were perplexed by his presence today, much like he was. He was not a partygoer. The world knew that no one could make Mr. Iden Ruan attends their personal parties. Not even his immediate family. He never understood the concept of broadcasting their special day to the world and wasting the most expensive thing. Time. And despises wasting his time on such frivolous pursuits. But today, he was here to spend his most important time. BORED. He was smoking while leaning against the balcony. Men attempted to approach him but were turned aw
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Past

“Sing with me, everybody!” Her voice rang out, electrifying the crowd. “Rock on!” they roared back, their energy palpable. “Rock the world!” she sang with fierce conviction, her microphone extended toward the audience. The masses erupted, their synchronized chants reverberating through the packed concert hall. “Rock the world!” The words bounced off the walls, amplified by the sea of voices. Ellaya leapt onto the stage, the black leather of her pants glinting under the vibrant lights. Her halter tank top, adorned with shimmering belts and jewels, caught every beam, turning her into a dazzling force of nature. Her long, multi-colored hair whipped through the air like brushstrokes on a blank canvas, adding to the chaos of her commanding presence. She moved as though she owned the world, her confidence radiating in waves that made the audience lose themselves in her rhythm. The group of dancers flanking her moved in perfect harmony, their glittering outfits catching the light as they
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First meeting

“You recently returned from France and successfully took over your hometown’s business. I am very proud of you, my son,” Devid Ruan said, his voice carrying the weight of both pride and expectation. Iden sat across from his father, his posture straight yet subtly tense. His father was behind his grand oak study table, the pipe in his hand a reminder of his habit of filling moments with purposeful gestures. “As mayor, my duty is not just to serve the nation but to inspire young people to step into politics,” Devid continued, his tone firm yet inviting. “Every citizen’s primary duty should be to their country. Politics isn’t just a realm for retirees—it is a stage for the young and driven. And I need your support in the upcoming elections to spread this message.” Devid puffed on his pipe, exhaling calmly, as though his argument was undeniable. His eyes gleamed with pride, sweeping over his son like a silent applause. Iden had proven himself as a businessman, taking Ruan Industries to
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