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Lining Shadow

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
Katubari · 3.3K Views

Shadow of Terror

Is it really that hard to stop using violence? For Collin, it wasn’t just hard—it felt almost impossible. Violence had been her language, her release, her *identity* for as long as she could remember. At just five years old, her father had taught her how to throw a punch, how to stand her ground, how to fight back. What started as self-defense quickly became something more. She didn’t just use her fists—she *enjoyed* it. The adrenaline, the power, the way people backed off when they saw her coming. It was intoxicating. But now, standing at the gates of Nexus High School, Collin had made a promise—to herself, to her mom, to the life she was trying to rebuild. No more fights. No more violence. Just a normal high school experience. The problem? Old habits die hard. Collin clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to take a deep breath. The urge to swing at the girl who’d bumped into her earlier was still simmering under her skin. *“It’s just a coat,”* she told herself, even though it wasn’t. It was a gift from her dad, a piece of him she carried with her every day. But violence wasn’t the answer anymore. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. High school was supposed to be a fresh start. A chance to leave behind the girl who ruled the playground with her fists, the girl who sent bullies running with just a glare. But as she walked through the halls of Vale High, Collin could feel the weight of her past pressing down on her. The whispers, the stares, the familiar faces from middle school—they all reminded her of who she used to be. And then there was *him*. The boy she’d tormented back in middle school, the one who now looked at her with a mix of fear and resentment. His presence was a stark reminder of the promises she’d made—and how easily they could be broken. Collin had always been a fighter. But now, the biggest battle wasn’t against someone else—it was against herself. Could she really leave her old life behind? Could she keep her promise and live a normal life, or would the temptation to throw just *one more punch* be too much to resist? The bell rang, signaling the start of her first class. Collin squared her shoulders, took another deep breath, and stepped into the classroom. This was her chance to prove she could change. But deep down, she knew it wouldn’t be easy.
zyuka · 608 Views

The Silent Lines

Ann tidak pernah percaya sepupunya, Azriel, meninggal karena serangan jantung, seperti yang dikatakan semua orang. Buku harian Azriel yang penuh keluhan dengan tulisan yang terasa asing, coretan emosi yang tak beraturan, dan luka lebam misterius di belakang kepalanya menyisakan lebih banyak pertanyaan daripada jawaban yang ia terima. Demi menemukan kebenaran, Ann mendaftarkan diri sebagai siswi pindahan di SMK Bintang, tempat Azriel dulu belajar—sekolah penuh rahasia yang mulai membayanginya dengan bayangan gelap. Namun, langkah amatir Ann yang berani tak luput dari perhatian Leksa, seorang atlet Jiu Jitsu yang juga intel muda. Leksa sedang menyelidiki kasus jual beli soal ujian dan gerakan ilegal di lingkungan sekolah. Ketika ia mencurigai Ann yang kerap bertingkah aneh dan tampak terlalu dekat dengan beberapa guru yang menjadi target penyelidikannya, ia memutuskan untuk mencari tahu lebih dalam. Sementara dengan segala keterbatasannya, Ann berusaha menutupi langkahnya, Leksa semakin mendekat—dua anak muda yang sama-sama menyimpan misi dan rahasia mulai saling membayangi. Ketika akhirnya mereka menyadari bahwa ada kekuatan yang jauh lebih berbahaya di balik semua ini, mereka terpaksa memilih: tetap saling mencurigai dan menyerah, atau bersatu untuk menghadapi kebenaran yang bisa menghancurkan mereka. Tetapi di tengah semua itu, Ann harus bertanya pada dirinya sendiri yang hanya seorang amatiran—seberapa jauh ia siap melangkah untuk mengungkap kebenaran? Dan Leksa, apakah ia cukup kuat untuk menghadapi fakta bahwa ia hanya pion dalam permainan yang jauh lebih besar? "Terkadang, mencari kebenaran lebih berbahaya daripada menyerah pada kebohongan.
DaoistWcNgEJ · 92 Views
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