AFTER DEATH I Saw

AFTER DEATH I Saw

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THEY SAY ~~ "people act different in front of you and completely different behind your back." 'Someone who smiles too much with you can sometimes frown too much with you at your back.' But 'EVA' never believed it. Why would she believe such sayings! After all she was blessed with the most loving, caring and understanding people around her. A perfect family, loyal friends and a loving boyfriend. What else you need in your life !!! • But what if she was wrong?? • What if it was all her credulity?? • What if they were just acting?? YOU KNOW HOW SHE GUESSED! : after her death... A Wattpad thriller series written by ayewrites.
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