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.

up lightly. She took one step closer, her heart almost in her throat, and

Get closer, and closer.

stopped at the door of Stephanie's room, turning the doorknob with her left hand

of the room and broke in with

her

up on the

gun and

extraordinarily quiet, and death-like

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

face was blue, and there were foams on the

out to try her breathing. And

God, Stephanie was dead.

uncontrollably from her cheeks. Her lips shivered, and she was unable to believe what

the morning, the new medicine was working and she was expecting her to live

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

anger, and she drew her pistol again, her