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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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AGONY by Tensedollor

The day when the rain began the bitch said to be dead, I didn't know whether it was true or a lie but had no choice or traces but to assume that bitch was alive. Everyone pushed to believe that bitch was dead, killed, or else suicide. Police were investigating whether the bitch was killed or kicked the bucket, but some external things pushed them to investigate it. Whatever it was going to be, bitch's gone.

The Supposed Terrorist by WiredUp007

My trial in court was going on and all the evidence pointed toward my crimes. It was a really pointless proceeding. Everyone knew I had committed those sins against the nation. You know, the usual- mass killings, bombings, and all. I felt a bit sad as I heard the sentence of my death. 23 felt no age to die. "The court is adjourned-" The judge was saying when he got cut off by someone's frantic yells. The doors to the courtroom bang opened and a man entered with urgency. He had some papers in his hands and started waving them in the air. "I CAN PROVE HER INNOCENCE, I CAN. I HAVE EVIDENCE!" His voice rang in the room. I stared. _________________________________________ Rico Wayland is someone completely abnormal for her age. After all, being convicted for terrorist activities isn't at the top of the to-do list of a 23 year old young woman. But, of course, she has landed herself in that situation. And she is completely aware that she has, in fact, committed those crimes. But what will she do when a man (who she has know clue about) claims to her innocence? How will she discover the thin fine line between reality and illusion?

My Kidnapper Likes Me by DakotaWiggins

I was walking to work one morning when a bag gets thrown over my head and I'm jerked back by two arms encircling my waist. My parents always told me this could happen as my father is the judge and put a high profile murderer behind bars. He set the bail at 1.2 million dollars and I honestly don't know why my father is still alive. I was in the courtroom but the little girl who was sitting next to me- maybe thirteen, so not really little- said there's no way he did it. Kids are a pretty good judge of character but I had to agree that some things looked off when the evidence was shown. The next thing I know the bag is pulled up some and a rag is put over my mouth and nose. I cringe inwardly at how cliché it is but hey chloroform does the trick and I'm out before we started moving.

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.

The Styles Mansion [h.s] by Lark_Den

[START : 21 JULY, 2020] [COMPLETE : 19 AUGUST, 2023] #1 in murder #1 in Possessive He kissed me back with urgency, at last pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, ridding his cock as hard as he could. Next he attached his mouth with my breasts, sucking them like his favourite candy while sinking his teeth on my flesh with possession. "I am obsessed with you." He groaned, kissing my neck as suddenly tears commenced to gather in my eyes. I didn't want to hear that from him, all I want to know is, he loves me. But that never came from his mouth. All he said is I mean a lot to him and he is obsessed. I sniffed closing my eyes tightly as my lower stomach tightened into a sharp knot. Venessa Erza is a beautiful and established woman who was leading a simple and plain lifestyle which a normal girl would wanted to have. She is satisfied with her job and being an editor in a publishing company is a perfect job for her. But the table of her life turned when her father out of blue arranged her matrimony with the heir of Styles's family. Who was alluring with his god gifted enchanted beauty and mesmerising green eyes. If his parents named him after Eros, then they wouldn't have been wrong. He was like a magnate around women, any woman could fall in love with his only single glance as if his eyes could do a hypnotic magic spell on them. Like those women, Venessa was also enthralled by her soon to be husband. But she didn't know, she was in darkness of lies before her lifetime bond with this Styles son. She didn't know that her husband wasn't normal like the other men as she was tied up with his life and became Mrs Styles of The Styles Mansion.

Death by Detention by Elle_Lynesse

"I'm not dying here! I'll be left to haunt this place forever and I will not stay here longer than I have to!" Saturdays. Usually days of relaxation and relief from the hell that is school. Not this weekend. Seven students, trapped in the school with a dead body and a building full of possible weapons. One is a killer. The question is, which one? We sure picked a good time to get into trouble. ________________ SHORT STORY.

true crime by thefallofMel

These are all true murder cases! None of it is fake and I did my research before writing these. SOME MIGHT BE GRAPHIC PICTURES ARE INCLUDING Started: : 2/2/22 Ended: 2/25/22

Escaping the Monster's Embrace by Mentally-Insane

Everything changed when they came out of hiding, terror spread across the world as people began to question if our presidents and our global leaders lied to us and weren't from the same race. The Beasts blended in amongst us as if we were the same, except humans didn't have the same predatory instincts and we couldn't change our forms like they could. Soon after we learnt that we weren't the only species people began going missing. Some were unlucky and taken as something that the Beasts called a Mate that one word made fear spread throughout my veins, I would rather sell my soul than have one of them mutts chain me to them. Six months went by before the government, that was un-tainted by this vile race began to take action into their own hands contacting other countries and militaries causing the great war to happen, sending both my parents off to fight for our rights. Only one of them came back, two months was the longest we lasted before we were overpowered by them. Six years of living in this dysfunctional environment and my hatred had never dwindled. Some people still believed in god and had faith in him, I didn't know what I believed in but I prayed like everyone else that I would get through another day without hearing the soul crushing word 'Mate'. DARK THEMES THROUGHOUT. UNEDITED © All rights reserved© #1 in hunt 19/06/2019 #1 in human 19/06/2019 #1 in sanity 19/012019 #3 in mate 19/06/2019 #4 in mates 19/06/2019 #5 in hunted 19/06/2019 #1 Post-apocalyptic 30/8/19 #8 in dystopian 7/10/19 #4 in Escape 24/10/19

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...

Wings For The Jailbird by Devilsmom

#1 jail #1 fight #1 criminal *** "Don't take it personal, I just like to play it safe, you know." He said, crouching down in front of me to tie each of my ankles to the chair. I couldn't move at all, especially after he duct taped even my waist to the chair. I watched him examine his work whilst he rubbed his beard and then a slow grin creeped onto his face. He bent down and put one end of the duct tape on my damn nipple, went around the chair again and ripped it off. He put the other end on my other nipple and I felt my cheeks heat up in humiliation. "Just to make sure you don't get cold again." He looked at me, his smirk slowly fading again. I gave him a hard stare. His hand reached out and fixed the glasses on my nose. Then he turned the chair so, that I was looking at the couch. He sat down, arms spread out on the back rest of the old leather couch, his eyes fixed on me again. "And now we're gonna talk." *** Belle Valery was a hardworking and rather unpopular law school student. She was almost done with school, had a structured daily schedule that consisted of waking up, going to school, going to the local library and study until she got a headache. She would walk home at night and go to sleep immediately. For almost three years that was all Belle knew and she was hoping to get her degree without further complications. But hope often differs from reality. Especially when her neighbourhood was suddenly on lockdown, because an escapee was on the loose. Belle didn't expect to one day wake up and find said escapee peacefully sleeping in her room. She didn't expect to scream and wake him up. And she didn't expect that morning to be the beginning of their incredible, yet a little complex love story. But life is always better unplanned and unexpected. "The ex jailbird and the lawyer, what a fucking pair."

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AGONY

The day when the rain began the bitch said to be dead, I didn't know whether it was true or a lie but had no choice or traces but to assume that bitch was alive. Everyone pushed to believe that bitch was dead, killed, or else suicide. Police were investigating whether the bitch was killed or kicked the bucket, but some external things pushed them to investigate it. Whatever it was going to be, bitch's gone.