You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

They watched as a white shadow rolled sharply down the stairs. Finally, it landed with a bang.

Charlotte fell heavily on the last of the first floor steps and finally came to a stop after she fell all the way down to the hall in front of the crowd. Her delicate face, because of the bump, was now covered by bruises and dirt, and her meticulously combed hair now become disheveled. The tempo of the symphony was constantly accelerating, and what should have been an uplifting tune has now became the best adrenaline for their rapid heartbeat.

"AH--" Finally someone shouted out loud, with endless horror in his voice.

"Blood, so much blood!!!" The mournful scream had broken through the symphony. The rhythm of the music was completely disrupted.

A pool of blood was creeping from under Charlotte and her snow-white dress. The hem of the dress was instantly soaked in blood.

The pool of blood continued to spread, stretching out nonstop in all directions, like the hand of a ghostly demon. Some timid high-society ladies simply fainted on the spot at the sight of the pool of the blood. Charlotte was lying lifelessly on the ground, as if dead.

She was crouched on the ground, and no one could see clearly that a smile of triumphant pleasure was on her lips.

Although her body was in pain and she was feeling like her whole body was being torn open, the pain at this point, on the contrary, only made her brain even more excited. The discomfort she was feeling in her belly now, then again, added to the pain.

her heart. This

to get rid of this

the sinful seed could take Joyce

a shocking way, and she would even give up her long-awaited glittering engagement appearance just for it. Maybe her engagement would be postponed, and maybe they would simply skip it,

did pay

pay a much heavier

down the stairs by Joyce and

be able to have a second chance and would not be able to get a foothold

the pleasure she felt in her heart. That excitement kept

the symphony music playing in

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gradually gathered

standing on the third floor and screamed out, "Oh my God, it's Joyce. It's Joyce