Detective Dickson

Detective Dickson

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Mon, May 25, 20204h 2m
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Paranormal
This is about a detective with high intellectual prowess and a good sense of humor and who appears to keep his cool in any situation and even causes others to be calm no matter how tense the situation is, he investigates murder cases until he encounters the super-natural. Creatures of the night such as vampires, were-wolves and all exist here coupled with mage craft, dimensional travelling even demons and gods. Dickson faces off against a criminal with an horde of the supernatural at his disposal, but he nearly lost his life. He came upon a realization that he is an incarnation of the first alpha-human (the greatest supernatural being ever made by the Gods). He learns of a ploy that will destroy his entire world. With his new-found friends, Dick struggles against the impending doom that will befall his city. Will he succeed??! Find out!!!
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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