"And to this day, no one knew who that strange man was that went inside the Luna house to attack the young mother. The sheriff assured her that whoever it was might have been a past visitor to our rental house before and had somehow become obsessed with me. We gave them the records we had of our guests and those I identified as 'unusual' could not be found anymore. So, they gave up the search. Meanwhile, the mom would focus on bringing up her other children and just forget about the past. They are now happy with each other after selling the other villa, and they are living happily ever after in the bigger house to this day..." "The end." the littlest girl said with a huge grin while clapping her hands. Everyone else near her started cheering and clapping their hands, too... except for a certain person who was also close enough to hear Diwa's story... He didn't exactly hear the whole tale, but he did recognize it; so he hurried back into the woods and hoped he wasn't noticed. Someo

It was evidently thrashed since, obviously, Eron was never this messy. The camp looked like someone violently went through The Charmer’s tent and belongings with a fine-toothed comb to look for something of value, or maybe a large wild animal was just passing through and decided to destroy everything that wasn’t related to the forest. But the worst scene the lumberyard owner saw was the beautiful motorcycle that he didn’t know Eron had. It was completely destroyed, dismantled and was half-buried among the other debris. Near the scattered motorcycle parts, under one of the tent flaps, Jack saw something very familiar, and couldn’t believe what his eyes were showing him. He took a closer look… “Is it possible that you went that far, boy?” the foreman asked himself, as he looked down at the small, hand-held hatchet which he perfectly recognized. He personally requested this custom-made tool to be made in bulk, since it’s supposed to be an appreciation gift to all lumberyard workers who

The Detective had been alone in the condominium apartment ever since he returned from the precinct. It suited him fine since he did need to concentrate on all the documents and images that he had brought home, and his biggest distraction has always been his soon-to-be-wife. It’s as if the lyrics for the song “All of Me” by John Legend were made just for him regarding how he sees her. Yes, it’s not going to be easy to focus on his investigation if she was around. Even now, he found himself humming the song while it was playing inside his head. Just as he was about to hit the chorus, he noticed something in the large photo that he had in hand. He immediately took out a flat rectangular-shaped glass item from his shirt pocket - which was actually a high-end magnifying glass - and placed it on top of the questionable image. “What the heck… what is THAT doing there?” He brought the photo nearer the lamp which he had set up on the dining table, along with the case box files and the oth

Meanwhile, in a condominium building deep within the city’s most modern metropolitan center, another pair was also enjoying each other’s company. At this moment, they were already in the middle of their second round, and were still far from being completely satisfied. For Myron, that has never happened with any other woman… Before, he would already be sated with one round with his sexual partner, no matter how sexy or beautiful they were. Somehow, he never really felt this passionate need to continuously sexually satisfy a woman and find himself content as well. It all changed when he met her… “Lie down, baby. I want to take you for a ride…” "W-what? Wait, what are you doing…” His dainty fiancé pushed him down onto the bed, as her legs held his waist captive and her bouncy rounded ass kept him in place while she sat on him. “Stay still, horsey… your rider is about to give you a fun time,” Raquel said in a girly but lusty whisper. “Don’t move…” She then raised her body off his a

She sat up straight and looked at him, surprised, smiling, but still slightly worried. She knew well enough the story of the people he was mentioning, and she also knew that they hadn't seen her for a few years already… Because Alicia was in hiding, they never planned to make social visits with her. They could risk both their close friends’ covers and risk their lives, so there was definitely SOMETHING going on. Helena knew quite a lot about the situation, but that just added to her concern. So, V knows about Hiromoto helping Eron…? Damn twin, we’ll need to talk sooner than I thought… she thought, cautious of not letting it through their mindlink talk, and allowing her thoughts to run in her full business mode, as the implications of what her mate was telling her required to do so. “I met their kids,” he smiled trying to soften the topic, “our godson and goddaughter. They’re living small copies of their parents, cute, nice and polite. I hope you can see them as well soon enough, pri