Depressed Island

Depressed Island

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Apr 4, 2023
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Fiction
Mystery
Akala mo paraiso... Ngunit sa dilim, may lihim na nagmamasid. Sa dilim, dumudugo ang kaluluwa ng bawat biktima. Walang makakalabas nang buhay. Bawat hakbang mo, sinusundan ng galit at sigaw. Bawat patak ng dugo, aming nananamnam. Parang babagsak na ako... Humahapdi, tumitindi, kumakain ng laman ko ang sakit. Humihina ang hininga ko, dumidilim ang paligid. Gusto kong sumigaw pero wala nang boses na lumalabas. Hanaydo... Senjavu... bawat patak ng dugo mo, kanila na. At sa bawat hinga mo, naririnig nila ang iyong sigaw. ⚠️ Babala: Para lamang sa 18+. Hindi ito para sa mahina ang loob.
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Book #2 in the "Bloodlines & Ashes" series (Can be read as a stand-alone) HER A mystery. So very complicated. An enigma. A puzzle with so many missing pieces. Add one of the above ingredients into my plate and call me intrigued. Enter him. He is all of them and more...much more. He claims to be a monster. He doesn't believe in redemption. He is too vague and too dark for me to read. But it's my job now. To help him, figure him out, to find all of his missing pieces, arrange them together and finally obtain the final picture. It's my job, to find his deepest darkest secret. It's my job, to unravel the beast he claims to be and finally see the man behind. HIM Lost. I've been lost for way too many years. I thought it was over. I wanted it to be over. I had nothing to live for anymore. I've killed, I've destroyed and obliterated. It was enough. My role in the story should've ended there. I was too big of a monster to be tamed. Too dangerous to be kept alive. Enter her. Too loud. Too obnoxious. Too naive. Innocent, so very innocent. So intent on aiding me, redeeming me. She is unaware, she is opening a door that was shut down with a broken lock. I am scared. Terrified even. She is too white against my inner darkness. Too pure to be tangled with the devil living within me. We don't mix. We should never mix. Instead of pulling me out of that room, she might just get herself stuck inside as well. She wants to unravel the beast and meet the man behind, but I am scared that if she succeeded, she'll find nothing behind.

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