The forest was a wall of ancient silence, a presence so deep it seemed to swallow the very sound of the SUV’s tires crunching over the gravel road. Inside the vehicle, the silence didn't stand a chance.
Laughter, loud and sharp, bounced off the tinted windows. Five of them filled the space with an easy, practiced chaos. They were the kind of group that moved like a storm—beautiful, destructive, and unconcerned with what they left in their wake.
Every story I create is a journey into shadows — of love, obsession, mystery, and the darker side of human nature. If my words linger with you, if my stories keep you hooked in the silence of the night, your support will help me continue weaving more tales. Even the smallest contribution fuels the darkness, keeping these stories alive.
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