[This story will become free on JANUARY 21st, 2026] Angie, a grieving expectant mother, must help the spirit of a little girl find the remains of twelve other children who mysteriously disappeared three years ago. ***** After the death of her twin brother, Angie Abernathy immersed herself in her painting to help her deal with her overwhelming grief. When her husband, John, finally convinces her to sort through some of Cory's belongings, she unexpectedly finds the closure she needs in the form of a map and a journal full of cryptic notes. When the notes lead her to the bodily remains of six-year-old Mary Drake, the first of thirteen children who went missing three years ago, Angie finds herself caught up in her own investigation and quickly starts to believe that Mary's bones aren't as dead as they seem to be... Content warning: This story contains mature themes, including references to the murder of children

OK! Want a strong female who just won't change? want a mean idiot without a plan? A nun at that....... Well used to be. And a certified rapist? Well Rwen is all of those things and more. Born to a lawyer and a lady.....ok maybe that's a lie. I mean raised in an orphanage since birth, she joined the convent after. She only have a book that her parents left her............ {she can't read} Lets see what that map drawn at the back of said book takes her. FORWARD BACKWARDS Or straight to the stake. Damn these bitches still burn witches.

This is a story about developing a sect, that is a warm and joyful home. not only do we have a funny patriarch, there are also a group of weird disciples with very different personalities. come on, youngsters. join our sect and together we will let your dreams fly! {This is not my book} { This book was translated because I wanted to read it properly.} {I do not own any rights to this book.} { some words may not be correctly spelt and the grammar might be off} This is for offline purpose, please support the author and the official translator in other platforms. This is an unauthorized commercial translation, or fan translated. The cover is not mine.