Maddie hides in a small closet as the intruder moves through the Phi Mu house, the sound of footsteps echoing through the darkened rooms. Clutching her phone and sketchbook, she struggles to stay calm, realizing staying hidden won’t keep her safe forever. The killer seems to be searching, deliberately hunting her, heightening Maddie’s fear. Shadows shift across the floor, and every creak makes her heart pound. When a whisper calls her name, Maddie knows the intruder is close, aware of her hiding place. Panic turns into determination as she prepares to defend herself, knowing she must act before it’s too late.

Hiding behind a couch, Maddie calls campus security, her hands trembling as fear tightens around her. Footsteps upstairs confirm the killer is still in the house. A familiar yet unsettling voice whispers her name, sending chills down her spine. Desperate for safety, Maddie notices a small closet and squeezes inside, holding her breath. The intruder lingers near Lauren’s body, pausing briefly before moving toward the kitchen. Maddie watches from the shadows, heart pounding, realizing the horrifying truth: the murderer is someone she knows, someone she trusts. Panic and dread settle over her as she contemplates the danger she now faces.

Maddie Whitaker, a sophomore at High Point University, walks across campus late at night after working in the design studio. Arriving at the Phi Mu house, she notices the front door slightly ajar, an immediate warning that something is wrong. Inside, the common room is dark and silent, shadows stretching unnaturally. Maddie discovers Lauren, a senior sister, lying motionless on the floor, a dark stain spreading across her sweater. Panicked, Maddie senses someone else is still in the house. Her fear escalates as she realizes the killer must be someone from within the sorority—someone she calls a sister.

Something cold is happening across the country — and our senior citizens are feeling it first. Every week, thousands of elders are getting hit by scammers who know exactly who to target

I’m Ella. And this is a story about four different young teen girls that went missing, same age…same town..

We all know that animals cannot speak. However, in this fiction tale called, Bodega Cat, Tabby is a cat that can talk. She lives in a Bodega with her owner, Mario. She is happy with her life, but something sinister happens one night that that puts her happiness in jeopardy. This story is told from a cat's point of view.

The intensity in Ares's eyes was unmistakable. Andrew felt a weight settle on his shoulders, a responsibility that went beyond the confines of his nursing duties. He thought of the little boy, of his laughter and his innocence, and knew that he would do whatever it took to keep him safe. "Of course, Don Ricci," Andrew replied, his voice steady. "I will do everything in my power to protect Demetri."

One fateful night, a rival family launched a surprise attack on the Ricci stronghold. Chaos erupted as gunshots and explosions filled the air. Andrew, caught in the crossfire, rushed to protect Demetri, who had been left alone in the chaos. As he held the boy close, shielding him from the violence, Ares appeared, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and something more profound.

Andrew is a nursing student at NYU," Marco explained. "He has a reputation for being kind and caring, always putting others before himself. He volunteers at a local clinic and has a bright future ahead of him." Ares nodded, his mind already formulating a plan. "Offer him a job at our hospital. Make it an offer he can't refuse."

As the night wore on, Andrew found himself tending to patients, his mind still lingering on the events of the evening. He thought of the man he had seen, of the violence that had unfolded before his eyes, and of the role he might play in a world where such brutality was commonplace.

Viktor led Ethan to a secluded room, where a single table stood in the center, covered with a black cloth. On the table lay a series of items—a gun, a knife, and a small vial of liquid. Viktor's eyes never left Ethan's face as he explained the task. "Ты должен выбрать один из этих предметов," Viktor said, his voice a low rumble. "И использовать его, чтобы доказать свою верность." (You must choose one of these items. And use it to prove your loyalty.)

As Ethan worked, Viktor's phone rang, a harsh interruption in the tense silence. Viktor answered, his voice switching to rapid-fire Russian. Ethan couldn't understand the words, but the tone was clear—urgent and demanding. Viktor hung up, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and determination. "Извини, мальчик," Viktor said, his voice a low rumble. "Мне нужно уйти." (Excuse me, boy. I need to leave.) Ethan looked up, a flicker of panic in his eyes. "What should I do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Viktor cut him off with a sharp look. "Ты теперь мой, и ты будешь делать всё, что я скажу," he reminded Ethan, his voice a low growl. (You are mine, and you will do everything I say.)

It's a story I started based on my surroundings and I mixed it with a little story telling and wanted to shed light on natives that are in my walk of life but also to humanize use and to show others in my position or in similar positions that it's not to late to learn the ways of our ancestors and be traditional it's about where your heart is at and where you want to go I hope that u enjoy it as well any weed back would be greatly appreciated and welcome it's my first attempt at being an actual author or something like it . Hope it entertained you.

Gang stalking—also described as organized harassment—can shatter the lives of its victims, who often face disbelief, isolation, and the absence of clear legal protection.

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This is the first chapter to my book “Rowdy As They Come”. If you would like the full story please message my at Andrewmicah1993@gmail.com

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The novel, set in the urban landscape of South Africa, follows a young woman’s journey from an abusive crime underworld to a surprising corporate climb, raising profound questions about redemption, fate, and the cost of second chances.