WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unharmed, to his small town after mysteriously disappearing for two months, his best friend Elliot Parker breathes a sigh of relief. But days later, on the night before graduation, Elliot finds Colton in the lake. Dead. And on the day of his funeral, Elliot finds a letter in his jacket pocket with four words that send him spiralling: I killed Colton Crest. There are six more letters to find, six more confessions about Colton, six more clues to uncover why he was murdered. Elliot has no choice but to play this sick scavenger hunt, and with each new revelation, he begins to question whether he really knew Colton - or anyone else in that little town of dark secrets. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Sometimes, even the most talented of cops can get confused. The murders appeared simple, yet complicated. He approaches the girl who seems to be directly involved and talks to her closest acquaintances . But, the more he plunges into the case, the more confusing it gets. Every person looks like a killer. The faster he runs, the farther the killer runs. Finally, he calls the best detective in the country to solve the case. She, with her shrewdness, delves into the minute details and unravels the unfathomable truth. Who is the killer? For now, I can't tell you that. I can, however, give you this clue: "Sometimes, even the most beautiful mind can become a lethal weapon" #1 in mystery thriller All Rights Reserved. Plagiarists will be punished by law.

Victoria's life has been hell ever since she was little. Her dad abuses her constantly and her mother looks the other way. She feels lost in this world with no help coming her way, but one day she discovers a letter on her bed that will change her life FOREVER. This story is all rights reserved so back off! (:

My name is Rowan. I used to attend the Juilliard school for dance. See how I said used to, I was murdered December 19, 2013. I kind of think that when people look at those in ballet they think of either snobs or soft spoken people. I really don't think I fit into either I am just a girl, who wants REVENGE. Although I am dead my killer will pay.