Still In Diapers At 16

What?!?" Pia exclaimed. “What's within?” Saying, "Oh my God! Is that a finger that has been chopped?’ Cassandra uttered, "I'm not sure!” "What the fuck does that even mean?!?" exclaimed Pia. Cassandra says, "What?!?" Please don't look at me that way. Furthermore, I have no idea what that even means!’ Pia commented, "This is embarrassing," and Cassia responded, "Okay, I'm going to call the police right away." "No!" exclaimed Pia. Oh no, please don't! “ Cassiandra uttered, "Are you serious at this moment? Cass, that is one fucking chopped finger! Furthermore, we have no idea whose finger it is!” "I'm sure that whoever sent this wouldn't really like it if we ever called the police about this," Pia said. "I also think that they might be keeping an eye on us right now." Cassandra was already breathing heavily as she was scared and doesn't know what to do. She panicked while Pia remained calm and silent as she tries to calm her friend down. Fear flashed through Cassandra's mind as she and Pia stood next to her car, their nerves still raw from the uncomfortable meeting. "Then, what do we do now?" Cassandra's eyes darted across the surroundings while her voice wavered with anxiety. With her own heart rate accelerating due to adrenaline, Pia tried to calm their agitated minds. "Maybe we'll try to calm down first..." However, Cassandra's mind was already racing, a flash of insight emerging in her. "But wait, the letter!" Pia looked in astonishment, taken aback by Cassandra's apparent eagerness. "What?" Words flew out of Cassandra's mouth, a trace of panic in her tone. "H-Haven't that box come with a letter?" Pia's face wrinkled as she considered what Cassandra had said, realizing what had happened.

For Arga Pratama, being an honest police officer in this city feels like living in hell. Time and time again, he uncovers solid evidence to put powerful criminals behind bars—only to watch it all end up in the trash. The suspects? Still partying in luxury bars, protected by powerful “insiders” and bottomless wallets. The breaking point comes when Arga is forced to turn a blind eye after the son of a high-ranking official kills someone in a hit-and-run. Sick of being nothing more than a “guard dog” for corrupt elites, Arga slams his badge onto his superior’s desk. He believes quitting is the only way to remain human. However, the world is far from merciful. That very night, Arga loses the most precious thing in his life. His wife suffers a miscarriage after receiving relentless threats from the syndicate he had been investigating. In the cold hospital corridor, Arga can only sit in silence, staring at the ruins of his existence. No job. No authority. And now… no child. At his absolute lowest point, a floating screen suddenly appears before his eyes: [The Ultimate Detective System Activated.] [Target Detected: Those Who Believe They Are Above the Law.] Arga quickly realizes this is his only chance to rise again. Armed with a system capable of uncovering even the faintest traces of crime, he begins operating as a shadow detective. He does not just want to fix his shattered life—he wants every bastard who ever laughed at him to experience what true justice really means. They once bribed the police to erase evidence. Now, not a single secret can escape Arga’s eyes. Because to Arga, justice no longer needs laws or articles— It only needs flawless execution.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

"My granddaughter will divorce Noah immediately, and we'll begin the preparations for her engagement with James Clifton. That's my final decision!” The matriarch declared, turning her gaze towards Noah, whom she considered less worthy than roadkill. “Or, you can just take the blame in place of Henry.” Voices rose in her support, urging Noah to accept his fate and go to jail for a crime he never committed. “Do you think a gutter rat like you compares with our precious Henry?” “You’re nothing but a worthless villager who got lucky by chance, but my daughter doesn't have to be tied to a fucking freeloader forever!” “Why Eliana ever agreed to marry you, I’ll never understand! I guess my lovely daughter has a heart of gold, but I won't let you take advantage of her!” Their eyes were cold and judgmental towards Noah, who was still an outsider after three years. “Just because you're allowed to live here, don't start thinking that you own the bloody palace! You’re nothing but a stain on this family’s name.” ***** Noah Kingsley– the heir to Edencrest Estate! He doesn't even need to walk amongst the mortals, for his lineage is one of Kings Yet, he lives a double life as Noah Turner, the downtrodden son-in-law of the Frost Family… all to repay a debt of his life saved by the girl, long long ago. Until one day… the Frosts force him to divorce his loving wife and take the blame for her cousin's heinous crime. Noah is ready to show the world his real power, but will his wife accept his new identity? What lies ahead for him at the family he was kicked out from, at the tender age of five? Will he ever be able to claim his place?

"Kill them all...Burn it down..." Those are the words I heard echoing in my head ever since the day I woke up in Lorelei. The voice sounds familiar. I've heard it before. But would it be crazy if I said it sounded like me? Would it be crazy...if I said i remembered dying? Utterly rediculous. To repeat the same thing over and over, expecting a different result while changing absolutely nothing. I was the son of a Duke and a commoner in a foreign land. Through pain and suffering, I somehow managed to marry a beautiful Princess of that land. You know...after my father got eaten by a dragon. And after being locked in a dungeon and tortured by her insane sister... But none of that matters now. Because my world lies in ruins. Everyone I've ever known is dead. All except my beloved, who stands to protect me with her shield. But I don't mean to say that things have been destroyed... What I mean, is much simpler. Avernia is gone. Gone forever. Lost to the plague I called 'The Black Ooze'. But I'll avenge it. I'll kill the one responsibke for massacring my family and destroying my world. They'll regret having made an enemy out of me. Because the sword I wield is called Vengeance. The Overseer sword. The Omni-Weapon. No matter the cost...I will have vengeance. I'll kill them all. I'll burn everything down. Author's note: I sincerely hope you enjoy my work, but keep in mind that I am my own editor and I don't see everything. there might still be a few errors. Sorry! This is an original work.

Jason Luther has spent three miserable years living as the most despised son-in-law of the powerful Rotterdam family. But humiliation is only the beginning. One night, while delivering food to one of the richest men in the city, Jason makes a devastating discovery. Behind the doors of a luxurious penthouse, he finds his wife in the arms of another man. Worse still, she proudly reveals she is pregnant with her lover’s child. When Jason dares to confront them, the powerful businessman orders his guards to beat him and throw him out like garbage. Bruised, broken, and desperate, Jason receives another crushing blow. The hospital calls. His mother’s condition has worsened, and she needs life-saving surgery within the hour—or she will die. With nowhere else to turn, Jason rushes to the Rotterdam mansion, where the family is celebrating the matriarch’s birthday in extravagant luxury. In front of the entire elite gathering, Jason falls to his knees and begs for help. Instead of mercy, he receives only mockery, ridicule, and betrayal. His wife publicly humiliates him and shoves divorce papers into his hands before he is thrown out into the pouring rain. Moments later, the final blow arrives. His mother is dead. A mysterious man appears to him. A Genie. Given three wishes capable of rewriting reality itself, Jason first brings his mother back to life—healthy, cured, and safe. With his second wish, he becomes the richest man in the world, inheriting unimaginable wealth, powerful connections, global companies, and influence beyond measure. They have no idea who they just betrayed. Now Jason holds limitless wealth, unstoppable power, and one final wish. And this time, he is not begging. He is coming back for revenge.

"STAND UP YOU MORON!". yelled the space trooper. Rogers groaned with pain. He stood up and with all his weight dived on the space trooper, he didn't know what he was even thinking but somehow the trooper had already lost balance and his gun fallen from his hands. Rogers kicked him in the groins and then with a penknife stabbed him in the temples. The trooper was silent. Rogers thought for a moment maybe he was dead. He wanted to check for his breathing but common with space troopers they always had their helmet on. Rogers proceeded to dislodge the helmet, he was familiar with the technicalities. The battle was still ongoing, he was hearing gunfires afar off, he had checked his attacker pulse, the man was as good as dead. Rogers retrieve his penknife and put it back into his pockets. He was tired and weak to the bones, pains that ran through his stomach made him nauseated. He wanted to vomit. He stared at the sky that has turned with haze and ash, he thought when will all this wars be over, it has been a decade and the galaxies had been at war. He was from Megma, but the people from Metoris and Xival had been their enemies. Aquaris was their ally, and Infact the aquaria have been their supporters from time immemorial. The bone of contention was Resmore, the planets all wanted Resmore for its minerals and diamonds. News had it that the main villain Lord Firemetal and his counterpart Aruma each of them from Metoris and Xival had always wanted to dominate the planet Resmore, then comes the DROIDs from Entexx a place found in Aquaris, who always help them in fighting each battle they went. Their opponents have space droids too.

Alice Heather Littman was just an average elementary school teacher. Having taught in the Nancaan Elementary School for over a year now, Heather counted her stars for each day that her life went by peacefully, sorely grateful at getting away from her former... turbulent lifestyle during a dark time in her college years. Ahh.. a peaceful life surrounded by her precious students...Cue, the 25th Founding anniversary of the school she's teaching in, the meek and silent teacher suddenly being propositioned in broad daylight by one of the richest and most powerful men in the city. Heather felt her heart hammer in embarrassment as the dashingly handsome Dio Panagopolous asked her out on a date.. Outwardly, the woman smiled shyly, unable to say anything. Inwardly however...She knew in her heart that she was staring straight at the face of a bonafide psychopath.In the year 2016 of January, a mysterious string of murders plagued the Nancaan district of Midas. At least a dozen women in their 20s were claimed by the incident, all with their hearts removed from their chests. Fearing a resurgence of another prolific serial killer along with placating the fears for the start of another slaving ring incident, the authorities launched an investigation about the murders, dubbing it the 'Kardia' incident with the potential suspects being dubbed the same name. Unfortunately, the investigations abruptly came to a halt due to budget cuts, the upcoming mayoral elections, and other external issues. The city of Midas was at the cusp of a major upheaval, even the smallest of actions can irrevocably change the future in unforeseeable ways. With a certain incident still fresh in her mind, Heather went on about her daily life, hoping that another incident won't affect her already miraculous second chance at living a normal life.

Alex blinked slowly. His brain struggled to process the scene. Then his gaze shifted to the man, the one proposing. Daniel Foster. The so-called cousin. Alex let out a quiet breath. “What the hell…” His voice wasn’t loud, but Lily heard it. Her head snapped toward him. For a brief moment her face froze. Then her expression turned cold. “Alex?” The crowd also noticed him. Students began whispering. “Who is that?” “Wait… I think I know him.” Alex walked forward a step. His eyes moved between Lily and Daniel, still trying to process what he was seeing. “Your cousin?” he asked slowly. “So… cousins propose with rings now?” Daniel frowned slightly. Lily’s face immediately darkened. “What are you doing here?” she snapped. Alex stared at her in shock. “You don't remember? I just got out today.” Her brows furrowed. “You shouldn’t be here.” Alex tilted his head and he scoffed loudly in disbelief. “Why not?” “Because you belong in prison,” Lily said looking irritated. The words hit him like a slap as he took a step back. The crowd gasped. Alex stared at her silently. “Prison?” he repeated quietly. “Yes.” Lily crossed her arms. “You’re a murderer, Alex. And murderers belong in prison.” The crowd erupted in whispers. “Murderer?” “Wait… I remember now!” “That’s him!” A girl pointed at Alex. “He’s the student who killed someone in a car accident three years ago!” Another student laughed. “Holy shit it really is him!” “So he’s out already?” “Why is he back here?” More people started whispering and pointing. Alex could hear everything clearly as he clenched and unclenched his fist. But his eyes never left Lily.