When Kathrine finds that she actually can feel love in her heart, she wants more. And for once, she gets what she wants.

Agent Teodoro Abhay is the greatest spy in his country of Knosk. Van Jara is the most dangerous criminal in Knosk. The two are sent on a mission to take a doctor doing some 'questionable' medical practises. How will this end?

She didn’t burn the system down—she held up a mirror and watched it implode. Lyra Voss vanished from bureaucracy into legend, exposing sins dressed as policy and corruption disguised as care. With no manifesto, no gun, only truth sharp enough to skin illusions, she sent black envelopes to the powerful. Inside: their own words, their own guilt. One by one, they broke. Confessions spilled like blood. Society didn’t crumble. It shed. And somewhere in the silence that followed, her reflection still lingers—watching, waiting, daring us to face what we’ve buried.

They built their love like a fortress—cold, impenetrable, and carved from ambition. Ethan whispered promises between wire transfers; Marissa kissed him with lips that had negotiated billion-dollar frauds. But love, like crime, demands loyalty. And when Ethan fell for the intern with soft eyes and clean hands, the empire cracked. The moment he planned to run, Marissa made her own plans—quieter, deadlier. When they found his body, it wasn’t the blood that shocked them. It was the ring missing from his finger. In love and crime, there are no survivors—only the ones smart enough to disappear.

*Not "Horror" but more like "Thriller"* The pizza boy did not deserve what I did to him. Neither did the maid at the far end of the building who had been smoking a cigarette. I can still smell the scent of Camels...

Screams bounced off every inch of the Ivan manor as Archie bursted through the walls of life- Kat regretted it, but she enjoyed this pain.

It’s hard to not love a child-especially that of your own-but Leo Ivan seems a natural at the disdainful craft.

A quiet stretch of beach on Long Island became the backdrop for one of the most haunting mysteries in modern crime history. What began as a search for a missing woman in 2010 led police to a series of hidden remains buried in the sand. The victims — mostly young women — had vanished years apart, all sharing eerily similar stories. For over a decade, the case went cold. But in 2023, a shocking arrest shattered the silence. The man accused? A suburban architect living just miles from the crime scenes. This is the chilling story of the Long Island Serial Killer.

He crept through quiet neighborhoods, slipping into homes while families slept. For over a decade, he haunted California—committing chilling crimes that escalated from break-ins to brutal murders. He watched his victims, learned their routines, and vanished without a trace. Authorities called him the East Area Rapist, the Original Night Stalker… but no one knew his name. For over 40 years, he was a ghost. Then, in 2018, a single strand of DNA shattered the silence. This is the story of how one of America’s most elusive predators was finally unmasked—the man we now know as the Golden State Killer.

Why Perception Can Differ** 1. **Biological Differences:** - Not everyone’s eyes work the same way. For example: - People with **color blindness** might not see certain colors at all.

Why Perception Can Differ** 1. **Biological Differences:** - Not everyone’s eyes work the same way. For example: - People with **color blindness** might not see certain colors at all.

Hi... My name is Isla—Isla Ivory Sage—and this... this is my story. That day had been breathtaking, the kind of day that lingers in your memory like a bad dream. The ocean roared with life, its waves crashing against the shore in a rhythmic dance, while the sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose. But as the last rays of light faded and night draped itself over the world, everything changed. The tranquility shattered like glass. Three enormous men emerged from the shadows, their figures looming like specters as they charged toward our house.

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As true crime explodes across media platforms, ethical concerns rise alongside viewership. This investigative piece examines the psychological pull, blurred boundaries, and potential harms hidden behind our collective fascination with real-life horror.

What are you shielding, exactly? Is it justice, or the weight of a lie? Behind that badge, behind that wall, Do you hear the heartbeats you’ve silenced— Or do you even try?

Murder or something far m(o)te sin is stirruse? Miss Justice Shoved into darkness, called property, their voices muffled, their dreams buried deep. The world closes its eyes, for pocket change, while humanity’s soul is sold and estranged. But I stand still— unbroken yet broken still. A paradox of pain and power, a heart that refuses to cower. Miss Justice, they named her, but never gave her a face. She is many, she is all, lost in a cruel embrace. Chains of silence rattle loud, beneath the weight of greed’s shroud. Yet in the shadows, embers glow— a spark of change begins to grow. I’m fine being the last to stand, if it means the animals don’t lose their land. But it’s not just us; species fade, their future lost in the haze. The rhino, the elephant, the tiger too, their numbers dwindling, what shall we do? Their extinction a price we can’t pay, yet still we ravage, day by day. It’s time the world awakens, to see what’s been forsaken.

Digital vigilantism blurs justice and harassment, fueling mob behavior and ethical concerns. These articles may interest you!

Handwriting is more than ink on a page—it’s a neurological imprint of the writer’s mind. In forensic psychology, every stroke, slant, and spacing pattern tells a story, especially in the case of serial offenders.

“What?” I said. She sighed and said, ”One of the prisoners said he’s breaking out tonight, and I think he’s bluffing. They’re always bluffing.” I gasped at the very thought of a prisoner breaking out. What would they do? How would they get off the island? ”Oh, yeah,” I said nervously, “totally bluffing. Right.”

Michelle's interview. This provides a look into David's perspective. As well as more of Michelle's behaviours. Soon, the perspective will shift from third person to Michelle's point of view.