Greetings my dear readers , Im sorry for disappearing, life wasn't really as nice to certain people, But hold on tight to that little hope of a better tomorrow.
They say rules were made to be broken, And lies were created to be exposed, How come people still lie about things ? To protect Their selves or others? For pleasure or for pain? Some on the other hand lie to live, and to love. But Lies will always be divulge.
"Years have past and still........ Nothing, Not even a single evidence" A deep voice spoke with his eyes glued to a bulletin board filled with pictures, Parts of news papers pinned, and a red rope connecting each pieces He placed his index finger on his lips and his thumb on his chin, He started to glance at the photos till his eyes stopped at the center of the bulletin board, Reaching for that picture that was like the main source of all the other documents, The picture was A happy family of the man called Amedeus.
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The strange man started walking in a metallic hall, with his hand behind his back, He then halted facing a door with no handle, Instead he started tapping the door in some sort of pattern causing it to open, He stepped inside and sat on his office chair, And started typing his new ideas, Theories and discoveries about a certain mystery, His mouth then worded the following, "What is your secret, Prowers?"
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The man continued walking his attention turned to one of his crew member that was running towards him, he stopped held his knee while catching his breath he raised his head " Sir I have found something" he spoke between breaths and was looking pale, He handed the strange man an envelope, His face returned to its original color and his breathing became normal almost instantly, Feeling relived he turned leaving the strange and now curios man, He made his way to the very same place where he displays his evidence. Opening the envelope with little hope his eyes widen, Inside the envelope was everything he was looking for, The answer to his question. With the same expression printed on his face he sprinted heading outside the building, calling out for a cab, "Prowers, you weren't alone that day were you?"
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War for love
RomanceThis Story is dedicated to my best friend Unfortunately she died back at May 6 2021 and her birthday's on May 8, she didn't made it. She And I wrote a story of a Sonadails because she really loves them very much and this is it. This is our story, T...
