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50 DAYS AGO2nd January 2019 4:00 p.m.
The
time was 4:00 p.m. on Hugo’s watch. He went to his manager, Mr Neal’s cabin to
ask for off ..
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In a shadowy alley 50 kilometers from the embattled Parliament, the air in a dilapidated brothel was saturated with a vile blend of sweat, booze, and ..
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60 DAYS AGO
23rd December 2018 22:48 p.m.
“And
if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us, To die by your side, Well, the
pleasure, the pri..
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Panting heavily, Nadya and Nick burst through the front door of Nadya's suburban home, their veins coursing with a cocktail of adrenaline and dread. T..
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“And if a ten-ton truck kills
the both of us, To die by your side, Well, the pleasure, the privilege is
mine!!! Wow, wow. The Smiths are brill..
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As Siddharth stood there, taking in the serene
beauty of the private beach, he couldn't help but remember the wise words of
his father. “Looks..
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There was another 8kms to reach Logan’s secret place. Sid’s Bullet stopped by a small café by the main road. His hangover was blind..
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As Nadya settled into her temporary sanctuary, her heart still pounded from the adrenaline of recent events. She took a steadying breath and carefully..
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The Prime Minister's office was quiet, the atmosphere thick with tension, as he studied Amelia across his desk. Now 62, she was a formidable figure in..
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Sid's heart drummed a staccato rhythm against his ribcage as he steered his motorcycle toward Logan's clandestine sanctuary. The history of friction b..
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