Liam walked out of the bathroom with wet hair, a towel in hand as he began to dry it. Just then, his phone started ringing, and he noticed it was a call from Naomi. After the incident that had led to Naomi being grounded, Liam had made the decision to send both Naomi and Jun to stay with their older sister Shannan, who was taking care of their mother at a hospital in the city. As a result, it was just Liam left at home now. Liam picked up the phone and answered, his voice laced with concern. "Naomi, is everything all right? How's everything at there?" Naomi's voice trembled with panic as she spoke into the phone, "Um, I know it sounds crazy, and I'm not in my best condition for the past few days, but I saw a video about myself being bullied by Sarah. And I swear it's not me. I mean, I'm not even there." Liam remained calm as he responded, "Did you see your face in the video?" "No, I'm not. It's censored," Naomi replied. Liam continued in a reassuring tone, "Then you might just be
A sense of tension hung heavily in the air as Sarah's cruel intentions had taken an unexpected turn. With a swift, unsettling halt, Sarah froze her hand in mid-air, her fingers just inches away from Naomi's face. Her eyes, previously filled with malicious intent, now held a perplexed and uncertain expression. A flicker of confusion danced across Sarah's features as she observed Naomi's sudden change in demeanor. She couldn't help but wonder what had caused this sudden and unexpected change in demeanor. Naomi, on the other hand, gazed back at Sarah with an intense, almost eerie calmness, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "I got you," Naomi's lips moved, but there was no audible sound as she addressed Sarah. Intuitively, Sarah took a step back, a sudden and unsettling premonition seeping into her consciousness. The unfolding events had taken a disconcerting turn, and she felt an impending sense of dread. In the distance, the faint wails of police car sirens began to pierce the air
"Are you sure it's the right thing to do?" the worried teenager asked, glancing anxiously at Sarah, who stood in silence.Sarah's gaze remained locked on the lifeless body of a teenager, whose head was concealed within a bag. Her expression was a mix of confidence and a chilling determination that sent shivers down the spine of the onlooker. She didn't offer a response, leaving the teenager in a tense and ominous silence."Doesn't your parents know about this?" the teenager persisted, concern evident in their voice.Sarah's patience wore thin. She abruptly turned and delivered a sharp slap to the teenager's face, her anger flaring. "Just do what I told you to do," she snapped, her tone laced with frustration and impatience, leaving no room for further questions.The teenager, still nursing her stinging cheek, approached the lifeless body and gingerly unzipped the bag that concealed the victim's head. She stared at the sight, her face contorting with a mix
In an opulent and tastefully decorated office, Mrs. Bennett, a poised and beautiful middle-aged woman, held herself with an air of confidence and authority. Her office was adorned with elegant furnishings, and the soft glow of ambient lighting highlighted her impeccable taste. The room exuded a sense of success and accomplishment, mirroring the woman who occupied it.Mrs. Bennett's typically composed expression had transformed into a vivid tableau of emotions as she listened to the voice on the phone. At first, shock had seized her features, her eyes widening with disbelief. Her perfectly manicured fingers held the receiver, and her mouth fell slightly open, betraying her astonishment.But as the conversation continued, shock gave way to a burning rage. Her brows furrowed, and her jaw clenched as her once-graceful countenance became etched with anger. The elegant woman's posture remained regal, but a storm brewed in her eyes, and the room seemed to crackle with the intensity of her em
In lavishly decorated bedroom. The walls are adorned with rich, textured wallpaper, featuring intricate patterns and a soft, pastel color palette. Large windows drape the room in natural light during the day, allowing the sumptuous details to shine.A plush, king-sized bed with a tufted headboard takes center stage, dressed in high-quality linens that invite rest and relaxation. The room is furnished with elegant, antique pieces, such as a vanity with an ornate mirror and a vintage chaise lounge, adding a touch of timeless charm.The floor is adorned with a plush, thick carpet that your feet sink into with each step, providing a cozy underfoot sensation.Sarah's personal touches, from family photographs to personal mementos, add a sense of warmth and personality to this extravagant setting. The result is a bedroom that is not only a sanctuary of comfort but also a testament to her refined taste and style.Sarah paced back and forth, her typically confiden
As Naomi lay on the ground, pain throbbing through her body, she felt a mix of humiliation and fear. Sarah's friends circled her, their laughter ringing in her ears. They had been mercilessly mocking her, and she knew they were about to strike her face when she closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact.Just as she anticipated the blow, a sudden gust of wind swept across the park. Naomi's eyes snapped open, and she felt the cool breeze against her face. She squinted at the sudden change, wondering if it was some strange stroke of luck.Before she could comprehend what was happening, a tall figure appeared, blocking the view of her tormentors. A sense of relief washed over Naomi, though she couldn't quite make out who the figure was.The tall figure, shrouded in an air of authority, reached out and deftly caught the hand of one of Sarah's friends, who had been moments away from delivering another painful kick. The momentum of the friend's attack was halted,
Naomi peered out of her bedroom window, her expression clouded with confusion. She wore rumpled pajamas, and her disheveled hair cascaded untamed over her shoulders. Her younger brother, Jun, had told her that her friend was looking for her and had her homework from the teacher. Grudgingly, Naomi decided to venture outside to meet her, even though she'd rather stay cocooned in her room.As she stepped out onto the porch, Naomi spotted one of her classmates standing in front of her house. The sight was both bewildering and concerning. The girl's hair was in disarray, her clothes tattered, and her face bore the painful, visible marks of recent injuries. Immediately, Naomi's heart sank, and her mind raced to piece together what had happened.The young girl looked at Naomi with teary eyes, her expression a mix of half apology and half fear. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke, "Sarah is looking for you," she said, her voice trembling with a mixture of guilt a
Liam sat at his chair at home, staring intently at the document spread out before him. It was the report he'd been stolen, and he couldn't help but notice the glaring discrepancies. There were far too many holes in the information, nothing like what Mr. Redwood had assured him during their last conversation.Liam also think something about the man seemed off. The room was filled with polite conversation, but Liam's attention was fixed on the subtle signs that had set off alarm bells in his mind.He couldn't help but notice the peculiarities about Mr. Redwood. A scratch, faint but discernible, marred the skin of his hand. Liam wondered how one would get such a scratch.Liam also noticed to the corner of Mr. Redwood's mouth. There, he spotted a small, irregular patch, as though someone had bitten or scraped the skin. The oddity of the patch couldn't be ignored.Moreover, it wasn't just the physical signs. Mr. Redwood's mannerisms were unusual. The way he carried himself, his gaze that s
Liam stood in front of the luxurious private school, his gaze fixed on the imposing edifice before him. The grand gates, adorned with ornate ironwork, bore the name of the institution in gilded letters: "Harmony Elite Academy." The school's pristine, manicured grounds stretched out before him, a stark contrast to his own humble origins.The sprawling campus was adorned with lush green lawns, intricate architecture, and a sense of privilege that hung in the air. The school's towering, ivy-covered buildings exuded an air of tradition and excellence, and the well-manicured gardens spoke of a world far removed from his own.As he gazed at the massive wrought-iron gates, a couple of students, dressed in impeccable uniforms, strolled past him. They exchanged quick glances and hushed comments as they passed, their expressions a mix of curiosity and subtle condescension. It was clear that Liam's presence, in his less refined attire, had not gone unnoticed.Liam felt the weight of their judgme
Moon and Sun
slow development but so far so good
Moon and Sun
slow development but so far so good