HaelEdNoel

“Is this true?” I asked. I can’t believe of what I have read on the posts on the social media account of the two writers that I met, Sketch and Doodle. I read again the post of Sketch.
 
I thought of something, not because there will be no update on his story but because of his post however I can’t remember where I read it before. Then, I read what Doodle had posted.
 
I suddenly remember my story and I read the last scene that I wrote; same words, same scenarios and same comments like how I read their posts. I doubt quite a bit but really it amazed me which I don’t know why. That is why I read some of their last few posts and it was quite surreal which leads to a coincidental from the turn of events on what their real life is and on what I wrote. I won’t pay any attention to what is going on because I know it wouldn’t happen. It seems like my suspicion is true… the things that I’m writing is coming true when there are real people that’s involved on my story however I need to investigate this.
 
Sketch wasn’t talking while driving, I can see on Doodle eyes how amazed he is while we travel, seeing a fine nature is really amazing while I seldom talk just to point where we have to move. I noticed Sketch glanced at me.
 
I smiled. “I’m actually kidnapping both of you and you two are willing victim.”
 
Sketch stepped on the breaks and it made a big screech of the car. “What?!” they both asked.

Contraclockwise

I just smile and glance at Mr. Orion, who isn't doing anything. I am thinking, how would she convince her husband to do the same? I knew that Ravi is really stingy when it comes to all of his assests, especially the ones on the illegal thing.

The old man's face twisted with anger, well… I expected that. I look at his hand, his fingers were clenching the edges of his phone until his knuckles turned white, I can't help but enjoy this moment, this is facinating, seeing him like this. He wasn't the type of person to yield, especially when it came to his wealth, whether it's legal or illegal kind but I guess, I found out exactly how to push him.

I tilted my head, letting the tiny bottle dangle precariously between my thumb and forefinger. "Hmm… I wonder," I mused, making my voice sound sweet yet sharp, "what would happen if I accidentally dropped this here, right now?"

I notice how his jaw tightened, muscles twitching as he met my gaze. "You wouldn't dare."

Chapter 17