48 Results in the "Crack" category
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Ian’s memory of his mother was small and fragile. She’d always left with fearful, melancholic eyes. “I’ll be back, sweetheart. Don’t be too afraid. Everything will be alright soon.” Had all those charity activities really been her doing? Ian thought that church had taken more of his mother’s life than he had. But only six or seven people from the church attended her funeral. They looked at him with the same unfamiliarity he felt towards them. Perhaps his mother was also a stranger to…-
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“Here we are.” The charred remains of Winchell House had already turned into something resembling a haunted house. Even under the bright spring sky, a gloomy mist seemed to linger solely around it. The front gate was tightly shut, with a sign reading hanging by a chain. Leo remarked, “It must have been quite a place. Before the fire, I mean.” “Well, my stepfather was rich.” To a ten-year-old, Winchell House had looked like a castle out of a fairy tale. The new dad who welcomed him…
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“Oh… Oh my god… And you, Senior…” Walter Stone covered his mouth with a fist as those words slipped out. Director Oakley didn’t voice anything, but his expression was almost identical. Revenant continued, speaking with a cold detachment, not meeting any of their gazes. “When I went back, Ian was holding a gun. Luckily, he didn’t know how to release the safety.” “And, then… what happened then?” “I shot him.” A single shot to the forehead. Then three to the chest.…
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“Could it be… that I meant love?” The Revenant muttered softly, and the CIA agent’s eyes widened in surprise. “…What? What did you say, sir?” “You just asked, didn’t you? Why I did it.” “Yes, I did. Why did you… commit all those unauthorized murders?” That was the question. The Revenant took a moment to consider his answer seriously. The reason he carried out unauthorized killings alone—sympathy, kindness, guilt. He had always denied these excuses, but now the…
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Ignoring Ian’s comment, the man struggled to put on his shirt, leaving the front unbuttoned—it was too much hassle to fasten alone. His athletic, perfectly toned torso remained exposed, every muscle defined with effortless precision. Ian let out a quiet chuckle, amused by the irony. He wasn’t the type to admire another man’s physique, yet here he was. “Thanks for saving me,” Ian finally muttered, his tone lacking any real gratitude. The man nodded silently, equally unaffected by any sense…
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“There’s nothing! There are plenty of other hackers out there. I can’t keep bringing you these trivial jobs, alright? I’m a broker; I need a reputation. Keep this up, and I’ll end up looking like a small-time dealer. This is business, Ian. We’re not friends.” Tim made his stance as clear as possible. Finally, Ian seemed to realize that Tim had made up his mind. What a pain. Ian sighed inwardly. He’d wanted to avoid any jobs that might get him tangled up with the police, but it…
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Lloyd’s words were tempting. Ian realized he’d been buried under worry, so worn out that the idea of trusting someone else—Lloyd, even—almost sounded sweet. “No.” But he couldn’t bring himself to trust him. “I’ll sell the house, but I won’t leave it to you.” Ian didn’t trust people, his doubt as deep as a thirst. “Go.” He shrugged and turned to leave the kitchen first. His grip on the wine opener was tight; he half-expected Lloyd to come lunging after him. The…
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It just had to rain. Ian Winchell stared absentmindedly at the raindrops collecting on the red rose he held. The misty drizzle came down thick and chilly, seeping into him until he shivered without even realizing it. “Mom…” Ian reached into a box of old memories he thought he’d forgotten and pulled out the biggest one—just two syllables in Korean. 'Mom...' That was it. He had nothing more to say to the mother who had chosen suicide two days ago. Maybe it was something to be…
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