The vicious mafia, Nakimura._Until Death Parts Us_10 Seconds_The Missing Ingredient
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The vicious mafia, Nakimura.
Dylan's POV" I have to go Dylan, my boss needs me at the office"she said carrying her bag from the table. "Alright" I said moving towards her and pecking her lips. "I'll come to pick you by 2:00pm" I told her. "Yes sweetie, I should be done by then" she said getting out of the door.Hannah has been my girlfriend for two years now after I ran away from Thailand. She's the only person that knows me and why I have been in hiding. My parents and two brothers all did in a car accident with I being the only survivor. I was taken in by some mafia groups and was like the second in command for my bos...
Until Death Parts Us
“I'm heading out, love you!” Jaime called as she stood in the open door awaiting his response, her black and white Nike duffel bag slung over her shoulder.“Love you too, babe! Go! Be like milk and do a body good!” Ben quipped from behind his desk in the spare room of their two-bedroom apartment. He loved that she was a personal trainer. The profession allowed for so many puns. As he heard the door click shut, he slid open his desk drawer and pulled out a tiny box. He opened it to reveal an engagement ring, one that belonged to his late mother. Beaming, he snapped the box shut and returned it s...
10 Seconds
10 seconds. Just enough time to take a breath, to fire a bullet, to make a decision, to die, to live, to exist... Life is just a pilewww.onedoor.cc of seconds. Emptiness. Untouchable and unreachable, but still there, the time. - Hm, how mysterious. - What, Melanie?- Something.Why are we so broken? So contained from being the humans, from being what we want to be? What made us be like this? To be silent, scared, nonexistent at times? I can’t seem to grasp the fact of being so stuck in the box made by humankind. We. We are the ones that created the „rules“. Society is nothing more than air. It exists, we brea...
The Missing Ingredient
My name is Rick Dick and I am a private investigator. Thirty years ago I took part in solving the biggest case that ever happened in a little town called Sprinkleton. Sprinkleton is a town much like the television show about the town of Mayberry. The people are all family and it is a very friendly town. I retired last year and figured I could make some side money writting the tells of being a private investigator. I have seen some crazy shit, pardon my French. I was just passing through the town of Sprinkleton on my way to New York city. I stopped by the local bakery to get me a couple of glaz...