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Naruto Hides His Skill

Where The Killers Hide

It was raining outside. I could barely see the figure in front of me. I knew that the figure was a man. Tall, arms at his side not scared at the fact that I was pointing a gun at him. But then again you could never see anything in Errlings Bay. It was always rainy and gloomy here. But the recent death made it even more gloomier. After the death of her father Esmes moves back to her mothers hometown Erllings bay in Portland. Where it never ceases to rain and the sky is never clear. “Perfect for a serial killer”. Esme jokingly says. Not realizing there is an actual serial killer lurking about. She after a long first day at school and an awful interaction with a classmate that leaves her locked in a closet until nightfall. Leads to her encounter with the serial killer. A man dressed in all black in the dark and heavy rain holding what seemed to be an axe and Esme with a gun and by gun she means a toy. She ends up in the hospital with a black eye and a broken leg and a Nolan Whitlock with the same outfit on as the serial killer. There is a serial killer in Errlings Bay just not the man Esme met in the rain. Turns out Nolan Whitlock wasn’t the only person there. Along with his best friend Axel Weston, his best friend and partner in crime who are tracking down the serial killer. With the funds running out for their club and serial killer growing more and more confident. Nolan and Axel ask for Esmes help who’s skilled in biology and taking photos of things. Together the trio find themselves in mystery and horror. Some mysteries from unsolved cases and some horror from local people. After twist after twist. Some of the cases ending in the trio getting injured. They all weigh whether or not they wish to continue. The more they solve the more they're in danger. Will the trio solve the case of the errling bay serial killer or will they die trying.
J3mi · 927 Views

Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
Dark_Eyez · 1M Views

His Facade

what happens when the demon clan and the humans decide to end there centuries long war because a old villainous curse arose from the ashes of fire and brimstone, to take its revenge on the human race and demonic ones as well for they assumingly betrayed them. what happens when a old hero that was cursed by this evil force for helping take them down and there cursed king. its all full of what ifs.what if! i told you that this "old hero" curse was lifted when the demonic force arose. again what if! i told you they need his knowledge and strength to help defeat the demonic force know as malum people a old evil tribe that exist when humanity first began. ~~~Ashton Valentine, with his mischievous grin and raven-black hair streaked with rebellious wisps of white, carries the enigma of shockingly blue eyes that, while brilliant, seem to gaze upon the world with a disinterested luster. His strength lies in balance – not so feeble as to attract bullies, yet not so powerful as to be a constant target for challenge. Ashton cherishes solitude, but Alex, his steadfast companion from the rugged days of their shared youth in a quaint, tight-knit town, always keeps him company, ensuring he never faces the echoes of their past alone. Watch as the tale unfolds for these two young souls at the battle school, a place where destinies intertwine and the search for humanity's savior is relentless. Lives will change, paths will cross. -remember what if's..what ifs appearances can be deceiving and the unexpected is the norm. Keep your eyes wide open, for the hero you anticipate may not be the one destiny chooses, or perhaps they're exactly who you've been hoping for. Imagine a hero with the power to alter the very fabric of history. But remember, the line between hero and villain is often drawn by the storyteller's hand, it all depends on whos telling the story right? right??so, find out in His Facade
Sarah_roof · 23K Views

HIS TULIP'S

Eloise Xaquille ialah seorang lelaki tampan berkacukan perancis yang di lahirkan di Portugal,Dia seorang lelaki yang tampan dan bergaya, berbadan Maskular,Tegas dalam bekerja, tidak suka membuang masa dan tidak takut kepada apa-apa ancaman yang akan datang pada dirinya. Laleta Amara ialah seorang gadis berasal dari Malaysia,Laleta Amara seorang yang ceria,jujur orangnya dan tidak suka berbohong, seorang gadis yang straight to the point,ayu dan juga matang.Laleta amat menyukai Bunga tulip kerana baginya bunga tulip sangat cantik bila ia mekar. Maka terjadilah pertemuan yang tidak di jangka antara Eloise dan Laleta. "Sorry sir....I didn't mean it"-Laleta Amara "Eh tidak mengapa cik...manis.."-Eloise Xaquille "Eh..boleh cakap melayu?"-Laleta Amara "eh.. mestilah,Saya ada Muhammad dan bin.Muhammad Eloise Xaquille Bin Ahmad David Hamdan,Daddy saya orang Portugal kacukan Melayu, mummy saya Dahlia Hilda berkacukan Perancis dan Melayu"-Eloise Xaquille "Waw ..rumit..."-Laleta Amara "Haha,So how about you?"-Eloise Xaquille "Nurul Laleta Amara Binti Ahmad Khaliff"-Laleta Amara "Laleta means...Tulips in Bulgaria, right? Ms.Tulip?"- Eloise Xaquille "Yeah... how did you know?"-Laleta Amara "Saya study kat sana dulu"-Eloise Xaquille "ohh...tapi muka Encik tak macam asia.. but tadi Encik cakap parents Encik ada mix dari luar Malaysia..."-Laleta Amara "Eu nasci em portugal..."-Eloise Xaquille "Huh? apa portugal?"-Laleta Amara "i was born in Portugal" -Eloise Xaquille Sejak pertemuan itu, Eloise meminta number talifon Laleta untuk memudahkan dia menghubungi Laleta memandangkan Laleta ialah pekerja di Syarikat milik keluarganya. "Good morning Ms.tulip...how are you?"-Eloise Xaquille "Good morning Mr.boss...i'm good,how about you?"-Laleta Amara "A bit mess lah..i think.. i'm gonna die soon...i miss you..."-Eloise Xaquille "Huh?"-Laleta Amara "i said,i miss you..."-Eloise Xaquille "Mengada Awak ni boss"-Laleta Amara Eloise hanya tersenyum nakal sambil mengenyitkan sebelah mata kepada Laleta.
sitinurbazilah · 293 Views
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