My Only Soul

My Only Soul

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture23 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., mai 1, 2019
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Fiction
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Eden Hillstone is a 18 year old girl that attends a very quiet college in the suburbs of her town, leading a simple life with loving parents. Untill one day her lifeless body stares right back at her as she's about to step into a new adventure that awaits her. As well as a mysterious detective that she needs to be able to discover the truth about her death. Will light be shed on the darkests secrets? Or will everything remain buried deep in the ground?
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Cindy Powell uses detective work that she learned from her father as a young girl in her job as a real estate mogul Benson Easton's assistant. Benson needs to know every detail about an associate before doing business with them. It's Cindy who digs up that information. When she has a complex case, she requests help from her police detective boyfriend, Sam. While investigating several new possible clients for Easton Real Estate, she receives threatening messages. Someone has something to hide, and they'll do anything to keep their secrets buried. Cindy becomes targeted the deeper she delves into their life. *** I wake up disorientated, with my head pounding. I touch the sensitive spot on my temple. My hands are extended and handcuffed to a water pipe. I take a moment to glance around the room that is now my prison. Slowly, everything comes back to me. How will Sam find me now? I gasp when I hear the door above me squeak open. I close my eyes while I listen to the heavy footsteps descending the stairs. "Please hurry, Sam," I whisper to myself in despair.

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