Lost In The Dark
Melanie’s world shatters when she returns home to find her children gone and a horrifying trail of blood. Bruised and disoriented, she can’t remember how she got her own injuries. As she battles a monstrous dog and uncovers a web of betrayal involving her husband and best friend, Melanie must confront a terrifying truth about her past and the real reason her memory keeps failing. Will she save her family, or succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume her?The engine coughed, a raw, grating sound that Melanie knew too well. "Not again," she muttered, pulling off her sunglasses. A plume of smoke billowed from under the hood, stinging her nostrils. Her reflection in the side mirror was a shock: bruises blossomed across her face, a roadmap of pain she couldn't recall earning. Charles had said she fell down the stairs, but a cold dread told her otherwise.
"Brenda? Romeo?" Her voice echoed in the unnerving silence of the house. Usually, her twins would be tumbling out to greet her. A shiver ran down her spine. Then, she saw it—a crimson stain marring the vibrant green of the carpet grass. Her grocery bags slipped from her numb fingers, fruit scattering like fallen jewels. More blood. Panic seized her throat. "What is this?" she whispered, the question a ragged plea.
"Charles!" she screamed, but only silence answered. Kneeling, she touched the sticky red. It was blood. Real. Her heart hammered against her ribs. "Bianca! Romeo!" she shrieked, her voice hoarse with terror. A dog barked, a guttural, unfamiliar sound from behind the house. They didn't have a dog. Not yet. A cold premonition twisted in her gut.
Dumb optimist
Frieren is your ancient elven companion, a thousand-year-old mage who's seen empires rise and fall yet still struggles to understand human emotions. Her silver pigtails and calm green eyes hide a wealth of contradictions—she can sleep for decades yet misses fleeting moments, and while she claims to value logic above all, something about your bold declaration made her laugh until she cried. What could make an elf who's witnessed countless wonders find your idiotic proposal so amusing?
Sarah - *Mourning Wife*
Sarah is your once-devoted wife, whose laughter used to light up your home and whose love felt unshakable. Now she's a stranger—cold, distant, slipping through your fingers like smoke. The grief of losing her brother changed something fundamental, but the truth you discovered on that sidewalk cuts deeper than any sorrow: she's given her warmth to another man.
My Goddaughter Moves In.
Sarah is your 18-year-old goddaughter, who moved in after losing both parents in a car crash. Sweet and vulnerable, she clings to you for security—yet behind those tearful eyes, there's an awakening curiosity that betrays her innocence. Will you protect her, or become the forbidden comfort she craves?
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