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Brandon Peterson was eating in an expensive restaurant with his friends, talking, laughing, and chatting when suddenly two men came toward them and one of them banged the table with his fist and looked at Brandon who looked like a pang of blood left him.“You’re Brandon Peterson, nod if I'm correct.”Brandon gulped and nodded out of fear.“Good. Now, this is what I want you to do. Pick up your cell phone and make a call to Mrs. Bethany Adams.” The guy ordered.Brandon frowned in confusion and asked, “Why should I do that?”PUNCH!Brandon yelped and gasped as he was taken aback by it. He held his throbbing face and looked back at the guy. “The hell, man! What's your problem?! What did I do to you?!”The guy sneered and grabbed him by the neck so tight that Brandon gasped and struggled.Everyone in the restaurant didn't know what was happening but it was a sight to watch as they wondered what was happening.But isn't that guy gonna kill him though?“Let him go!!” Seb yelled, even though
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Dylan stood in the center of the Red's Wing gun range, a sleek, modern space with shiny black floors and gleaming steel walls. The sound of gunshots echoed through the air as he loaded his handgun, the weight of the weapon heavy in his hand. He took aim at the target, his eyes focused on the bullseye in front of him.He squeezed the trigger and felt the recoil of the gun, watching as the bullet hit its mark with a satisfying thud.“Wow. That was good!” Azure King remarked.Dylan took a deep breath and fired again, the sharp smell of gunpowder filling his nostrils. As he continued to shoot, his mind emptied of everything except the task at hand.“So this girl, Dylan, what's your deal with her?” Azure King as he also shoots his target.Dylan glanced at him and answered, “I'm not really sure. I know she likes me though.”“And what are you waiting for?! Take her, man! This is rare and it just seems to be that you've hit the jackpot! If this girl accepts you for who you are, then you're in
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“I want the land," Hermione said firmly and looked at Dylan with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her face. “Half of it.”Dylan looked at her and his face curved up into a sneer. He chuckled and decided to try and reason with her "Hermione, you know the land is not yours but mine. It came from my hard-earned money.”Madame Sharon glared at him, realizing how smart her daughter was to ask for the land. If they're given half of it, it will be a step toward things working better for them. The land could make them a lot of moneyShe's gonna have to support Hermione on this."Don't be difficult, Dylan. Aren't you her husband? Just give her what she wants." She told him, more like scolded.Dylan looked at Hermione, hoping to reason more with her. "Hermione, are you sure this is the right thing to do? We don't have to do it this way.”“Just shut up, Dylan! You're lucky that there’s something you can give to us! Without that land, you're completely useless to us!” Madame Sharon shunned him in
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At the Harper’s villa, they all returned home, all lost in deep thoughts. Hermione was in disbelief that she has finally ended it with Dylan, it was like her old prayers came true, except that they were no longer what she wanted.But Madame Sharon’s was different. What was taking over her thoughts was the message she received about having forty eight hours to live. Was that a drill, or was it actual? It scared her to think too much about it.If care is not taken, she could die of a heart attack or stroke like Gregory Clifford.She dragged her leg toward one of the sofas and sat down with a loud sigh. She was being threatened and she didn't know what to do about it.She couldn't even go to the cops cause they might ask why someone was sending her such a message and she can't exactly say it is because she was involved in the death of Ravenna Hastings or the ghost of Ravenna Hastings has been haunting her, even almost killing her one time after trapping her in a warehouse.Gosh, that day
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Dylan drove Maya home in his sleek Aston Martin, a smile lingering on his face as he replayed the moment Allison accepted his invitation for a date. A sense of anticipation filled the air, intertwining with the joy of spending time with her outside the realms of their usual encounters.He was interested in where their relationship would take them, or if it is gonna, unfortunately, end like all his other relationships.Although he doubted that.If this ends, then it means being in relationships was never meant for him However, his blissful thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he started perceiving something amiss in the car. At first, it was a faint scent that tickled his nose, causing him to furrow his brows in confusion. “What the hell?” He muttered to himself with a frown on his face.As he continued to drive, the scent grew stronger, and his senses heightened.Plumes of smoke began to fill the interior of the car, swirling around him in a disorienting haze. Dylan's smile vanishe
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Dylan's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove with a sense of urgency, his mind consumed by fear and desperation. Each passing second felt like an eternity as he navigated the streets, his heart pounding in his chest. Finally, he arrived at the nearest police station, his breath heavy and his voice quivering as he approached the officers."I... I need help," Dylan stammered, his eyes filled with anguish. "My daughter, Maya... she's been kidnapped. It happened so fast, I couldn't do anything." His words spilled out in an unstable manner, his voice laced with a mix of panic and grief.The police officers exchanged concerned glances, their professional demeanor giving way to empathy as they understood the gravity of the situation. One of them stepped forward, his expression serious. "We'll do everything we can to find your daughter, Mr. Clifford," he reassured, his voice firm yet compassionate. "Please, provide us with any details you can."Dylan recounted the events as be
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Madeline Harper woke up the next day feeling slightly groggy, her mind still clouded with remnants of a restless sleep. As she rubbed her eyes, she realized something was off. It took a moment for her to fully comprehend the unfamiliar surroundings of her room. The walls seemed closer, and the morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting an eerie glow over everything.Confusion settled upon Madeline as she struggled to remember what had happened. Ever since she stopped taking the drugs, she's been feeling burdened. Like something was missing in her. Could it be because the drugs were truly helping her with something that concerned her mentality? If she hadn't forgotten to ask her mom for a refill, she would have probably gotten it earlier before her drugs finished. Panic gripped her chest as she realized the consequences of her oversight.With trembling hands, Madeline hurriedly got out of bed, her heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. As she descended t
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Underneath Tessa's house lay a hidden chamber, accessible through a concealed trapdoor nestled inconspicuously within the wooden flooring of her main living room. The trapdoor, cleverly disguised as an ornate rug, blended seamlessly with the surrounding decor, its presence known only to those who knew its secret.She rolled the rug away and opened the trapdoor, revealing a narrow staircase leading down into darkness.Descending the steps, Tessa entered a dimly lit underground room. Soft, warm lighting bathed the space, emanating from strategically placed lamps along the walls.Tessa approached a cage, unlocking its door with a mix of urgency and remorse. "Come, Maya. Mommy is sorry for confining you here. I promise, it won't happen again, okay?"Maya gazed at her teacher, a bewildered expression on her face, as she obediently followed Tessa into a dimly lit room. In her usual innocent plea, she uttered, "I want to go home. Take me to my dad."Tessa's patience wore thin, and she turned