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False Modesty

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I was accused of murdering Brooky Joey, a girl I had a huge dislike for. Her body was found and the evidence taken suggested that I was the killer. Not everyone believed me, especially when my hair sample was on her, or the bloody shoe print matched the sneakers I always wore nor the fact that she was the perfect girl, and I wasn't. The trial was the dreadful day, the day I would be claimed guilty or not guilty. Some said I was, some said I wasn't...I'll leave you to decide which judgement was true...All Rights Reserved

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Shattered Anya by lovelycrowsong

I hated waiting. It was especially challenging standing carefully to make sure I didn't break my heel before the appointed time. Ugh setting up a meet cute like this seemed so stupid. If all I had to do was seduce the mark, why did we have to go through all this extra effort? But the powers that be said our mark had a real romantic streak and was currently heartbroken over his highschool sweetheart cheating on him with a new business contact, before both skipped the country, seemingly to elope. I watched the crowd walking past me as I stood in the shade of a closed store alcove, the walls giving me something lean against making sure I didn't step on the unstable heel accidentally. Stupid Americans, everyone looked like they were in such a hurry to go buy more things they didn't need. Hair and makeup took two hours yesterday and just as long today. I did not want to have to sit through that again. Plus being stuck in a third girly demure dress for another day might be enough to finally kill me. It might not have all been so bad if I could have chatted with someone while my hair was pulled and burned and styled, and creams and potions layered on my face and eyes. But all of the salon girls were owned by the powers that be, and none spoke any of the languages I could. I suspected that it wasn't an accident. I felt my phone vibrate with an alarm. Show time. I started walking down the sidewalk. It would have been a beautiful day for a walk if I wasn't so focused on my mission, and trying to only walk on my toes with my right foot. The town car pulled up to the curb just ahead of me, coming to a stop in front of the quaint little shop. The timing was working out perfectly. Just a couple more steps. I watched as the rear door of the passenger side opened, I moved to step around the now open car door just as a set of long legs in navy slacks swung out from the car. 3...2...1...

Unbelievable Truths by JulieAssmus

As unbelievable as it is true This is a Work in PROGRESS AND will not outright start out with what happened mid you want the short version I'll give you the link to a video I made I won't lie and say I live what I did not or did not live what I did. It is not a perspective. It is an evidenced story soaked in fact , repeated betrayal, abuses od authorities I was conditioned to trust . This is a story of a slow crucifixion of a person who expected to begin her career. One which would take me to the opposite end of the spectrum in regard to what others believe is 'ideal' yet free of the expectations needed fo fully surrender and believe. Sometimes, we do but , until we are forced to our kneesZ as I was

කඩදාසි මල් ✔️ [SINHALA NON-FIC BL] by KMJlovesKookliet

හමුවීම ම හිමිවීම නොවූ ලෝකයක අහිමිවීම ට හෝ ඔබ හමු වූ ජීවිතය ට ආදරය කරමි..

Bad Boy😏 ( Yizhan )[COMPLETED] by Kimniru_55

" හිඟන්නො ඉන්න ඕන අපේ කකුල් යට මිසක් ඔලුව උඩ නෙමෙයි බං..." යීබෝගෙ ඒ වචන වලට මගේ පපුව පිහි තුඩකින් පහුරු ගානවා වගේ දැනෙන්න ගත්තෙ.. මේ මනුස්සයට ඇත්තටම හැඟීමක් දැනීමක් නැද්ද..කිසිම මනුස්සකමක් ගෑවිලවත් නැත්තෙ ඇයි දෙයියනේ...කවද වෙනකන් මම මේ දුක විදින්නද...මම ඇස් වල කඳුලු පුරවන් යීබෝ දිහා බලන් හිතන්න ගත්තා..💔🥀

The Torment by Ray_hates_it

December twentieth is the day I remember being brought into the asylum for the first time. Like any typical psychopath, I screamed. I cried. I remember snatching the nurse's hair until she screamed and I was slapped into unconsciousness and thrown into the room. The only difference? I wasn't a psychopath. For the first few days, I would cry maniacally upon hearing any nurse go by, to catch one's attention and tell her that I wasn't insane. "That's exactly what an insane person would say" They said, unbothered and it was as if my fate rested in the mouldy walls of the Asylum. And I soon realized that there was no use fighting for my life now .Which brings me to the present day, another one that I'll mark in history with red. The day I met him.

A Legacy of Ash by DreamCoder

In the fall of 2015, a strange woman stopped me outside my law firm, claiming a case I was handling had a hidden story. The case was open-and-shut. A first-degree murder conviction, a death sentence. The direct appeals were exhausted, and we were in the final review stage. It was, for all intents and purposes, over. Yet, she appeared now, at the eleventh hour. "Are you a witness?" I asked, walking. Her reply was something I will never forget. "No," she said. "I'm the exhibit." Author's Note: I post a new chapter almost every single day!

Innocent by FadedLoyalties

When Jaydee is found guilty for the murder of her older brother, her life is turned upside down. She has to fight the battle of knowing the truth and getting people to believe her. But how can she prove anything about that day when all the evidence points at her. Will Jaydee be able to be free and learn to live? OR will she blamed for a murder she did not commit?

Echoes by Grimmstories331

She was beautiful, her smile could light up the room. She had so much promise, an excellent student. I can't believe this happened to her, she did everything right. When a young girl is taken from the world it seems like they're always perfect. Adventurous, caring, beautiful, altruistic, not a blemish on their character. So the world laments their passing, grieves for the light that left the world to early. They become so determined to find the monster who did it to them that they won't rest until the girls been given justice. But, what about girls like me? The ones who live in the shadows, who walk in the mud to survive. The ones who had no promise, no gleaming smile or impressive academic record. The ones who fade from the world as if they were never there. The world doesn't care about those girls, they don't fight for closure. So it's up to me to get my own justice. I look down at the watch on my wrist, the glowing numbers showing 72 hours. Three days before I'm gone forever, three days to find the man who killed me.

ගඟසර වලව්ව by NilasiyaAnumandakini

දුප්පත් අපිට හැමදාම උරුම උනෙ.... දුක,කටුක බව විතරයි හාමු..ආදරෙ විදින්නවත්, සතුට විදින්නවත් දුප්පත් අපිට අයිතියක් නැ හාමු..... අශිර්ව ඉදුවර ජයකොඩි අශිර්ව අහලා නැද්ද මේ ලොකෙ සතුටෙන්ම ඉන්නෙ හැමදෙයක්ම හිමි කරගත්තු මිනිස්සු නෙමේ හැම අහිමි විමක්ම සතුටෙන් විද දරාගත්ත මිනිස්සු කියලා.... විසුන් මිනුර ගගසර

Light can be found in darkness by Rister15

Have you ever wondered ----------------- If you should just drop out of school to be a full time mother for your own sister If you should quit the swim team even though you love it just so you can avoid your own Dad How long your Dad will actually let you keep your new shoes If you should ask your Dad for glue sticks or if he will just turn it into a lecture This is a true story about my life. On November 31 2023 my parents told me they are getting divorced. Later on my mom cannot aford our rent so we have to move out of state but my Dad will not let me and my sister move with her so my Dad takes her to court. Wich creates a chain reaction of events.

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Shattered Anya

I hated waiting. It was especially challenging standing carefully to make sure I didn't break my heel before the appointed time. Ugh setting up a meet cute like this seemed so stupid. If all I had to do was seduce the mark, why did we have to go through all this extra effort? But the powers that be said our mark had a real romantic streak and was currently heartbroken over his highschool sweetheart cheating on him with a new business contact, before both skipped the country, seemingly to elope. I watched the crowd walking past me as I stood in the shade of a closed store alcove, the walls giving me something lean against making sure I didn't step on the unstable heel accidentally. Stupid Americans, everyone looked like they were in such a hurry to go buy more things they didn't need. Hair and makeup took two hours yesterday and just as long today. I did not want to have to sit through that again. Plus being stuck in a third girly demure dress for another day might be enough to finally kill me. It might not have all been so bad if I could have chatted with someone while my hair was pulled and burned and styled, and creams and potions layered on my face and eyes. But all of the salon girls were owned by the powers that be, and none spoke any of the languages I could. I suspected that it wasn't an accident. I felt my phone vibrate with an alarm. Show time. I started walking down the sidewalk. It would have been a beautiful day for a walk if I wasn't so focused on my mission, and trying to only walk on my toes with my right foot. The town car pulled up to the curb just ahead of me, coming to a stop in front of the quaint little shop. The timing was working out perfectly. Just a couple more steps. I watched as the rear door of the passenger side opened, I moved to step around the now open car door just as a set of long legs in navy slacks swung out from the car. 3...2...1...