He pinned me down on the bed and came on top of me, holding me down while he kissed my neck forcibly.
Suddenly, the room to the door swung open. Desmond lifted his face and looked at the person standing in the door, his own fiance, the mother to his son.
"What?" after she remained silent, Desmond shouted in annoyance.
"You guys were making way too much noise," she forced a weak smile on her face and rubbed her hands nervously, "You are scaring your three-year-old son Desmond!" she mumbled th...

On a rainy night, I stepped into the muddy construction site, the air thick with blood. A tattoo on the victim's body hinted at something far worse. As my team and I dove deeper, we uncovered a decade-old conspiracy—but the mastermind stayed just out of reach, and the clock was ticking.