THE DOLL
CHAPTER 42 [By all means, and shattered soul; with broken trust, to find herself at pit only took the hope she’s holding onto...]
Some would say that there are some people, who keeps holding onto something precious that keeps them alive. It gave them purpose, when there’s none. The only light to where the darkness lies it seep through. It was more than breathing—as if the warmth it made you hold onto would never gets cold. The days no matter how burdens it give, it won’t matter. The scraps left by scars and wounded scenarios that keep you at bay, although painful wouldn’t mean more torment. The fight against life, in spite of how hard it made you suffer wouldn’t felt more bad as it seems, because you knew you have that reason to live.
However, for Rosalenda “Lenda” Del Fuego, life felt like it was slipping away from her clutch.
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THE MISSING DOCTOR: DOCTOR MULLERCHAPTER 43 [ At that exact moment, when the world turned its back, and so she get devoured by the darkness that lies on its corner, a hand stretch, but nobody knew whether it’s a sheep or a wolf made for deceit]BELIZE PUERTE DISTRICT HOSPITAL The news spread fast. More likely, every TV stations around Mexico has been filled with the current event, the found corpse, rotten and dump onto the plaza. It was hereby supported by some photograph shown. It was Greg, the man who were believe as the victim of what they called the reaper of Mexico, the face stealer, a thief who stole skin. Gutted, and faceless, if it wasn’t for the tattoo on his arms that serves for the authority to find who he was.“Are you sure?” Dr. Mia Kovval was left stunned.She was beyond astonis
UNDER A DEL FIERRO’S PROTECTION CHAPTER 45 [Crestfallen, she views the world as it is; the sinners were left unpunished, and the innocent were the one who’s been rotting to hell, forgotten and ill-treated...]Due to the anger she felt, Rio did not wait for Jacob to opened the door for her. She stormed out, marching to where she think—no, more likely guess, where could have Paxton and that fiscal was. She did not even mind the stares she get the moment that the double doors from the entrance were pushed open.“Good morning, Madame—” The security guard greeted her, but stop mid way.The look of disgust that had not escape her eyes, but she pay no heed. Perhaps, it was about her clothes and the way she carries herself? What’s wrong with it even? She looks dec
ANGUISH CHAPTER 46 [ When we thought that the world is cruel, we soon realize that it is much crueller—there are darker corners that devour one until none was left, and then all would be drawn, it’s either blood or tears....]Excruciating agony that travelled across is weird. Unseen, yet painful. The distress it brought were like a disaster that destroy many. A lot of people who had suffered, if not left abandon by the world, take on accounts some things to the extent of losing theirselves to how harsh it can be.That’s what she felt. It’s more than an oblivion, where nobody could hear you nor reach out for you. It’s more than the suffering her sickness had brought her into the moment she had been diagnosed by cancer at such young age.[Fun Fact: Certain cancers, such asprimary bone cancer, Hodgkin lymphoma
DEPARTURECHAPTER 47 [The pain brew cast on hold memories, buried and embedded onto the deepest feet to crawled upward and onwards the havoc that won’t be prevented this time—it would be much worst, the destruction that to suppress would cause lore damage and wounds...]NAIA [NINOY AQUINO’S INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT]SEIYA CLEOPATRA BUENAVENTURAThe NAIA airport as usual had the bustling people walking around, some on their phone, agitated, while the other had a smile and excitement brewing on their faces as if the flight bring them memories as if it was their first. Some clad on coats. Expensive suits she could named of striding with their luggage being assisted by some of those uniformed personnel. They looked regal, high-profiled and elegant. And there’s this majority of, who are on thei
THE OLD FACTORY’S SECRETCHAPTER 48[There are things unbeknownst to some, which lies at the back of our head; misheard screams that lay dormant, lies that soon became the truth, and the truth covering what it isn’t supposed to...]OLD FACTORY IN BELIZE PUERTE, MEXICOSome would say that fortune only favours the bold. If you couldn’t risk it, and bet something valuable no matter how brazen and crude the result may have been, you wouldn’t be able to survive. The scraps you’ll get would be in vain. The scars from simultaneously failing at the route y
CHANCESCHAPTER 49 [And so forth as it came, a fateful encounter, same face; the blood that flows they had not seen or was it another malady leading to havoc and an uproar where bloods are shed same as the old macabre...]Reed had not showed up himself.“Still no calls?” Ruscov walked to his desk.The young officer he had asked only shook his head.“Nothing from Detective Reed yet, Sir.” That was his only answer.Ruscov rubs his temples and made his rounds.This day had just gotten worst, and the fact that Reed is still out of reach made it a disaster. The past events of what took place gave him a headache, now that he can recall what occurred inside the fiscal office with a sudden visit of Paxton Garette Del Fierro. It’s their first encounter. He only know him by his name, but ot
ENDANGEREDCHAPTER 49[And when bloodsheds, everybody is at lost; taking turns to blame, regret and laments they had regained, and when no chances route to live and breathe, those who once screamed up ahead dig and dream, run and risk to whatever path they could have attained...]THUMP.THUMP. Germa waited, she is patient, her chest filled with anticipation as she lies there awake. Accustomed to the darkness, which became her company for days and weeks, she doesn’t know. All she is aware of is
PAIN CHAPTER 50 [The moment she reached the light, that’s when she realized the trap unfolded, and the monsters routed at the end and smiling at how lost and hopeless she deemed...] She was running. That was the last thing she could recall. There was a beast, whose paws were digging across the muddy ground. Her footsteps in haste leaving marks as she tried to escape. Failed attempts that could place her at her doom, but what can she do? Nobody knows where she was, there are no rescue being offered, to live is on Germa’s hands and she wouldn’t let herself perish without the justice she seek. For those who die who remain buried, their faces that had gone missing, the culprit who venture taking girls when they are defenceless. His detour that made the street be at risk for women. She won’t die here, not when she is assured that he was put behind his cells and has been