You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“No, I'll just get off here." Joyce got out of the car quickly and closed the door behind her.

The big iron gate was usually closed. Outside the iron gate there was a device that could identify vehicles, and then they just used face recognition or password to enter. Inside the main house there was also an electronic switch that could be used to open the door from inside. But today the iron door was completely open. Weird.

She didn't know what was going on inside the main house and didn't want to risk it having the cab driver tagging along.

She walked in alone and ran down the boulevard, her heart gradually racing.

Running all the way to the door of the main house.

Only to see the house door closed, she gently pressed the door handle, and the door was opened. It was not locked actually.

The living room was appallingly quiet. Even the sound of a pin dropping to the ground could be clearly heard.

The sun was setting, the curtains were half closed, the house was obscurely lit, and the air was filled with an eerie aura everywhere.

She looked around and there was no one there, and no one was in the tea room, and the door to Stephanie's room was tightly closed. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

one step closer, her heart almost in her throat, and she repeatedly took deep breaths, and put her right hand on

Get closer, and closer.

the doorknob with her left hand and

a bang, she kicked open the door of the room and

inside was completely to her surprise. There

could only see Stephanie's entire body curled up on the

her gun and ran

extraordinarily quiet, and

blank, feeling herself overwhelmed by endless fear. She knelt down, her hands trembling, and she went forward and

was blue, and there

ground in fear. She trembled and reached out to try her breathing. And she was not breathing at

God, Stephanie was dead.

lips shivered, and she

and she was expecting her to live a long time. Now in the afternoon, Grandma

going on." Joyce was choking at first, but gradually couldn't stop crying as she went forward and shook Stephanie desperately. It was clear that Stephanie's

and she drew her pistol again, her sad eyes scanning around,