Chinatown cerita

Now a traditionally published book! Out now on Amazon! Don't you feel invincible when you know the enviable is going to happen? Wren's family was one of the most influential families in NYC, that was until her family name was drug through the mud when her father was caught up in an embezzlement scheme. Since than the community threw them out like trash. Overnight Wren turned invisible as her parents divorced and the community kicked them out. She picked up white collar crime skills in New York City to help support her drunken father. For years, this was her life until one sentence changes everything

After the tragic racial incident of May 98 in his howetown, Jakarta, a Homicide Detective, Zhuang Wijaya had abandoned and lost his love for anything Indonesian. But now,he has to confront his deepest upsetting memory once again as a series of bizarre murders involving the deaths of Indonesian citizens occurred in Chinatown, Toronto. Though hesitant, Zhuang finally took the case, since he has two things that his unit thinks will be anthropologically useful; he 'was presumably' an Indonesian and he is a Chinese descendant, something of a love-hate paradox he has. Dreading the threads of the occult murder patterns involving Chinese hellish myths, he soon realizes that this case in not just an ordinary one. The 'assumed' culprit knows who is Zhuang as well as his inner fear and hatred towards the Indonesians. Zhuang must travel to the depth of his deepest own 'personal hell' to solve the case as well as his own dark past.

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Nick smoothed out the paper. It was written in a smooth handwriting that he instantly recognized with a feeling with dread. It read, “Your life is in danger. Run” There was no signature except a red chinese stamp. A perfect circle with two lines curving through it. Nick knew it was supposed to represent a pearl coming out of a shell. Nick could hear waves crashing in his ears as he stood, frozen, on the sidewalk.

My name is Olivia Dunstunes, and I just moved to a small apartment called "The Stepping Stone" in the Chinatown district in Seattle. I had no particular reason to move to the district except for the rent is cheap. A more typical reason as any. I 'm 23 years old and I am currently unemployed and living off my savings for college. I dropped out of high school in my senior year. I have no social life, nor many friends in Seattle, not counting my landlady, Miss Nuo, but even without a plan for the future, I do have a dream. I want to be an artist, but I also haven't decided whether it be musical or painting & photography. I've lived in Seattle for two years now, though I have no solid lifestyle, I'm not in debt either. Not yet anyway. Tonight I'm going to a party that Miss Nuo has invited me to. Supposedly, it's going to be a fabulously glamorous party, meant for her wealthy district partners and their friends. If you've read this so far, you know that I don't really have anything better to do.