My name is Jocelynn Turner. I'm what you would call a Death Watcher. Don't know what that is? Neither did I. I'm what most people would call a medium, one of those people who talk to the dead—hence the name.
My mother had warned me about the Shadow Man, but I figured he wouldn't come for me just yet. She said I had until I was fully matured. But it turns out modern-day-mature and Shadow-Man-mature are two different things.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. As with every story, we need to start at the beginning.
**Author note: This book is finished, but you're welcome to critique in whatever way you please. I'm always open to suggestions on how to make my writing better. :D
***Added a dedication to my real life friend, who passed away Nov. 1, 2024. A soul gone too soon, and I shall always cherish her enthusiasm for anything I wrote, even the bad.
YOU ARE READING
Death Watchers
ParanormalThe Shadow Man stared at me. "Jocelynn, my love, surely you don't want him. Especially considering I can give you everything." His grin stretched too far across his face. "What could he possibly offer you that I can't?" ~~~~~ Jocelynn Turner is a De...
