Cierra los ojos, huele las páginas ¿sientes ese olor peculiar? ¿Ese olor inquietante? ¿No? te diré qué es: Sangre, mucha, no mía, pero de muchos. También lagrimas, mias y de ellos. En pocas palabras, el olor del dolor y la tortura. ¿Segura qué quieres leer mi Diario, cariño?

| Featured on Mystery, Crime and Fright, WattpadUrbanFantasy and more | Welcome to Haywood, home of the tastiest truffles and of course, mysterious deaths. ________________________ Charlotte Alberto had a plan. She would finish college, complete her first novel, publish it, become a bestselling author and die happy. What she did not plan on was to be arrested. Turns out, someone out there really wanted Charlotte out of the way and went to extreme heights to frame her for a strange crime or as the Haywood Police Department put it, the most creative murder yet. Being a writer herself, she knew this was the part in her story where something even worse happens but things take a humorous turn when a random, quirky stranger appeared on her room claiming to have no idea on how he got there. They were both from two very different lives, had two different problems and everyone was baffled on why they were randomly thrown into each others' paths. Seeing as Charlotte believes coincidence to be a myth, she is determined to find out more about where this stranger came from and most importantly, how he was connected with everything else. In the end they become victims themselves, not of murder but something just as evil. _______________________ Featured on @Fright - Psychological Crime and Thrillers @WattpadNanowrimo - Nanowrimo 2020 projects @WattpadUrbanFantasy - Dark as Death @WattpadCreepypasta - Romantic Ravioli @mystery - Curiouser and Curiouser @StoriesUndiscovered - May 2021 @PsychologicalNovel - Crime and Suspense @generalfiction _______________________ Started: Nov 2020 Finished: April 2021 PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS LUCAS WHITMORE Cover by @FiftyShadesOfTimmy This is a standalone novel. Current word count : 60,000+

Todo esta oscuro... Tengo miedo. Oigo la voz de mis pensamientos. Soy yo. Pero por alguna razón no puedo oírme. No siento mi cuerpo. No se donde estoy. ¿Estoy muerta?