#136

Johan’s eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and reverence as he gazed up at the haunted house looming before him. It was an ominous sight, but one that filled him with anticipation—a fitting response, considering the long, incredible journey that had brought him to this moment.

#135

Knock, knock, knock... Barely a sound, that knock. More nervous than anything else. Seojun held his hand flat against the wood, but a shiver of apprehension started working its way down his back.

#134

“Ah, shit…” Seojun squinted against the midday glare, the brightness stabbing at his eyes. His hands flew to the steering wheel as he twisted the key, cutting the truck’s engine.

#133

“Ahhh! Holy shit! The killer vampire bugs are coming this way! Somebody do something!” Leimia screamed at the top of her lungs, thrashing against her restraints. Panic jolted through her, her body twisting and jerking in a frantic attempt to break free.

#131

The moment Leimia confessed he was a man, Charles’s easy smile vanished, replaced by something cold and unreadable. He took a step back, his whole body stiffening, jaw clenched tight. Lost in a haze of panic and tears, Leimia didn’t notice the subtle retreat, her words spilling out between ragged sobs.

#130

At first, it was just sound. Ragged, desperate gasps reaching through the fog in Seojun’s brain. Each rattling breath sounded like a damn battle for survival, as if it might be someone’s last. The floor beneath him buzzed – a low, constant hum that vibrated right into his bones.

#129

Camry and Leimia were going a mile a minute, practically tripping over their words gushing about this “hot, cool, and fresh” woman. Even Camry, who usually came across as reserved, was just as fired up as Leimia.

#128

Oliver froze mid-reach, his bandaged hand hanging in the air, before quickly pulling it back. The moment his eyes landed on Seojun’s gloves, his hesitation vanished. Those small, pale green eyes narrowed with suspicion, the wariness so blatant it almost stung.

#127

The room was a mess. So dark you could barely make out your own hand in front of your face. Trash and junk were scattered everywhere, making it a miracle you didn’t trip over something with every step. It looked like no one had lifted a finger to clean the place in years

#126

Because Seojun’s arm was still outstretched, reaching for the teddy bear, the table’s sudden lurch sent his elbow slamming into its edge. A sharp jolt of pain zapped through him, that distinct, electrifying sensation where pain radiates into a weird, full-body experience.

#125

Wasn’t that social media app Florence was always glued to also called White Star? Come to think of it, it was. After breaking up with Gilbert, Florence had developed this odd habit of bugging Seojun to pick the best photo from her phone gallery.
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