Crystall Ball's Kiss

Author: Esther Montblanc Ayis Coste
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Publish Date: 2005-11-01
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The fatal kiss of the crystal ball is the deadly poison hidden at the center of the floral pattern!
The fatal kiss of the crystal ball is the deadly poison hidden at the center of the floral pattern!
The prologue of the story is revealed by a man and a woman: she shakes a document with irrefutable evidence, accusing him of one after another of corruption and malpractice. He can't escape anymore. He closes his eyes, one hand reaching into his impeccable coat pocket, stroking the crystal ball. He has no choice but to shut the woman who suddenly exposed everything up. The rays of the setting sun shoot directly into the crystal ball, instantly revealing the beautiful liquid trapped inside. As he chokes her, preparing to give her the fatal kiss of the crystal ball, she feels her body gradually fading, her strength leaving her. But in an instant, she turned the tide, and this time, the lamb waiting to die was him. The moment he regained consciousness, a drop of cold liquid flowed into his throat, and out of reflex, he had to swallow it. In the blink of an eye, she watched as death completed its masterpiece on his distorted face.
The ending of the story: His right hand reaches into his waistcoat pocket and pulls out a coin. He turns the small knob on the base of the crystal ball, bringing the cool, colorful ball to his lips, inhaling the deadly poison hidden at the center of the floral pattern. Episode 1 Episode 1
June 10, Tuesday
"Where is my mother?" The young woman shouted at the panicked notary.
He was stunned into silence by her powerful voice. It seemed this girl was determined not to let him go. He didn't dare to argue, afraid she would lose her temper. But she had great self-control, and she proudly watched the man's panicked expression: making him tremble was her punishment.
"Where is my mother?" She shouted again.
She let her bitterness of revenge pour out. She had long suspected this man, and now he had finally fallen into her trap, into her hands. She felt a wave of surge through her. Down at the castle's base, in this secluded library, he would have to pay back every debt he owed.
"Where is my mother?"
Her voice was filled with anger as she spoke of the man—the mother who had chosen to disappear to save her loved ones. The long-suppressed tenderness, the anguish of not finding her mother, had inflamed her. Her throat emitted a hoarse voice, tears revealing her disappointment. The cries echoed off the old walls, passing through row after row of fake books, and then the stairs, which was like a dream stage, each step carved with the title of a Colette work. The cries echoed at the bottom of the stairs, and the entire old mansion seemed to issue cries of origin unknown: "My mother."
She could shout to her heart's content. On this day, the museum was closed, and within this historical and cultural preservation site, a violent conflict was taking place that was completely out of place with its identity, yet no one would be disturbed.
"I have proof of your corruption!"
Due to the demands of her profession, she had undergone rigorous physical training, giving her a powerful physique that made up for her short stature. Her strength made the man opposite her nervous and uneasy; her bulging calf muscles seemed ready to pounce on him at any moment. The notary took step after step backward toward the window facing the garden.