He blinked repeatedly as he stared at picture displaying on the cell phone on his hand. It was him, a picture of when he was a delivery guy.A smile tucked on his lips, “Hahaha, cute me.” he muttered with a smile plastered across his face.“I was once a delivery man. Noted.” He said to himself. As he scrolled through the photos on the phone, he couldn't help but smile as he stumbled upon images from his time as a delivery person. Memories of those days began to resurface, and with each picture, he felt a growing sense of connection to his past.“What of the man Mr. Evans mentioned to me? If we were related, and he has that kind of influence, when then was I a delivery man?” His finger tapping on his close lips as he thought to himself. In one image, he saw himself wearing the uniform of a delivery company, standing proudly in front of a delivery van. The sunlight bathed the scene, casting a warm glow on his face. It was a moment of nostalgia, and he remembered the satisfaction of
Jessica paced back and forth in her room. She had reached a point of desperation. The mysterious text she received threatening to expose her actions had thrown her life into turmoil. Worst of it all was that the sender sent two more messages. “Tch! Who is this fucker?!” She needed help, and the only person she believed could assist her was Logan and he hadn’t said anything after their meeting.She decided to send Logan a message, her fingers tapping anxiously on her phone's screen. "Hey! Logan, I haven't gotten any response from you. Have you been able to find anything?" Jessica's plea was laced with worry. She anxiously awaited a reply, her mind racing with anxiety.Time ticked by, and her phone finally rang. It was Logan on the line. His voice held a note of urgency as he spoke, "Jessica, I've seen something important. You need to come over to my place immediately."She rolled her eyes. Jessica's heart pounded with a mix of relief and apprehension. The situation had escalated, and
"I won't let you control me," Jessica declared, her voice trembling with a newfound determination. She clenched her fist, her eyes fixed on Logan. "I'll find a way to expose you, and I'll make sure you pay for what you've done."Logan chuckled, a cold and calculated sound. "You can try, Jess, but remember, I hold the strings. Your secrets are my currency."“I wont give in to you easily, Logan, just watch out, you have bitten more than what you can chew”With that, Jessica left Logan's apartment, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. As she walked into the night, she knew the path ahead would be treacherous. The shadows of deceit had deepened, and the only way to emerge into the light was to navigate the labyrinth of lies and confront the person she once thought she could trust.The night had just begun, and Jessica was determined to unveil the truth, no matter the cost.The days that followed were a relentless pursuit of the truth. Jessica immersed herself in a world of digital forensi
"What is it about this Mr. Smith? How can I uncover his secrets? I want to dig so deep into him that I get to know every single move.”Ryan walked down the street, his mind spinning with thoughts about Mr. Smith and the company.“Excuse me!” Ryan nearly bumped into an old lady.“Sorry, ma’am,” he muttered, snapping out of his thoughts.“Be careful, young man,” the old lady chuckled.Strolling past an antique store, Ryan noticed an old man eyeing him.“What’s up with this guy again?” Ryan mumbled, feeling a bit nervous.“Why do people just stare at me like I’m a ghost? Can I just get to walk freely like a normal being?” He mumbled. “I’m fed up with these.” He rubbed his face with his hand. “Young man with the mystical watch, your life is in great danger,” the old man spoke up.Ryan froze. “Who… who are you?”“Life in danger?” Those words rang in Ryan’s head. His life had always been in danger since he met Turner. Or maybe Jessica. Jessica had been a bad luck to him all along. “No h
Jessica POV Jessica lost herself in a novel as the setting sun painted the world in golden hues. “Finally, some peace.”Her phone buzzed. It was Logan. Logan’s message reads: “Remember me, Jessica?”Jessica sighed! “Not again…”Maybe she was wrong. No peace for the wicked. She hasn’t been good all along. Just as she was about to drop her phone, her screen flashed. It was Logan again. “Jessica, you know I hold the cards, I will get you exposed. You know I take pleasure in things like this” Logan’s message flashed on her screen. Logan’s message chilled Jessica to the bone. It held no remorse but threatened to unveil her secrets, particularly the intimate moments with Rodrick. Despite the fear, Jessica refused to yield to Logan’s threats. “I won’t give in,” Jessica affirmed, her voice resolute.“But he knows too much,” her inner voice said on her behalf. “I can’t let fear control me,” Jessica replied, determination firm in her tone.“Facing it head-on is the only way,” she reaffir
The city pulsed with life as Ryan, propelled by a surge of adrenaline, darted through the neon-lit streets. Shadows, silent pursuers, keep pace with his heartbeat. Each twist and turn heightened the tension, mirroring the labyrinth of uncertainty that had become his life.The mystical watch on Ryan's wrist flickered with an ethereal glow, seemingly attuned to the danger that lurks in the darkness. The once familiar streets transformed into a maze, each alley a potential trap. Ryan's breaths came in ragged gasps, the echoes of his footsteps blending with the distant sounds of the city.Finally, a dimly lit alley presented a brief relief.Ryan ducked into the shadows, his back pressed against a cold brick wall. He caught his breath, the hushed sounds of footsteps passing by like distant whispers.As he waited, thoughts whirled in his mind like a tempest. The watch, a silent companion, pulsed with calming energy. It's as if the ancient artifact understands the gravity of the situation
Emily? Emily was that name that sounded familiar to him. It seemed as though he was going to remember her, but there was an obstruction. He was probably only remembering things he’d been told of. No one has told him about Emily yet. However, he knew that there was a story to Emily. He was curious to know, to ask Turner about the connection between him and Emily but somehow, he’d rather prefer to know what his past life was like with his father and what his future held instead of knowing someone that might not hold any significance. He chose to further the discussion they were having before the mention of “Emily.” As the weight of the revelations settled in the room, Ryan fixated on Turner, a plethora of questions burning in his eyes.Ryan leaned forward. "Turner, how do we unveil the secrets hidden within this watch? What's the key?”Turner, with a thoughtful gaze, crossed the room to a mahogany cabinet. He retrieved a small, ancient-looking box, its surface etched with thorny pa
The observatory, once a sanctuary of forgotten truths, had held the promises of both enlightenment and peril. Ryan had braced himself for the unknown as a shadowy figure emerged from the depths of the chambers.A sinister tone echoed, "Welcome, Ryan. The journey has only just begun."The figure had stepped into the light, revealing a face that had sent shivers down Ryan's spine."It couldn't be," Ryan had muttered, his voice barely audible.Turner, his expression cautious yet composed, had spoken in a measured tone, "Who were you, and what did you seek in this place?"The figure's lips had curled into a chilling smile. "I was but a seeker of the truths hidden within these walls."Ryan, fighting the tremor in his voice, had demanded, "Tell me what you knew about my father, about the watch!"The figure had remained enigmatic, offering only a tantalizing hint. "Your father was like a key, a key to unlocking the mysteries. And now, the responsibility fell upon you, young man Ryan."As te