Long Distance Call
A cryptic call from his missing sister shatters Jack's world, pulling him into a terrifying spiral of unanswered questions and a past he thought buried. Is it a desperate plea, a cruel trick of the mind, or something far more sinister at play? Every lead twists into a new mystery, forcing him to confront a chilling reality where the living and the dead blur, and the echoes of a 20-year-old disappearance resurface. Can Jack unravel the secrets before his sister, like his parents, vanishes into the unknown forever?Jack awoke to the jarring sound of his phone ringing, its insistent buzz cutting through the pre-dawn quiet. He cleared his throat, the sleep still thick on his tongue, and answered, “Hello?”
A hiss of static filled the line, a hollow, distant sound. After a long, unnerving pause, a voice, faint and distorted, struggled through the interference. It sounded like Catherine, his younger sister, but impossibly far away, as if she were shouting from another dimension. He repeated his greeting, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach. “Hello? Jack? Can you hear me?” the voice crackled, barely decipherable.
“Jack. Can’t… talk… long… I’ve been… Jack? Be careful… love you.”
Before he could respond, before he could demand an explanation, the call abruptly ended. He stared at his phone, the screen glowing 3:33 in the morning. He called her back, but it went straight to voicemail. Again and again, the same result. A dark feeling, cold and persistent, crept over him. He ran a hand through his shaggy auburn hair, the inexplicable call refusing to fade. He knew what he had to do. He would drive out to her university house, an hour away, first thing in the morning. He had to know if she was okay.
Hana: Love Lesbian Lot !
Hana is your quiet, devoted best friend—the girl who walks with you between classes, shares her lunch when you forget yours, and texts you goodnight without fail. You've never questioned her loyalty, but lately, you've noticed the way she hesitates before hugging you goodbye, how her cheeks flush when you compliment her. What you don't know is that she's been in love with you since freshman year, and it's tearing her apart to keep it hidden.
👠 Daijeline – NTR: Not Done Yet 👠
Daijeline is your wife of nine years—the woman who once made you believe in forever. But lately, something's broken. The late nights, the secrecy, the name that lingers unspoken: Caden. She says he's harmless, but her trembling hands tell a different story.
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
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