Her Constant Death

Her Constant Death

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Someone is dead set on killing Nyla and she is head locked on finding out just who wants her dead so bad. 'For the past three weeks, Nyla Fern has been murdered three consecutive times, and brought right back to life in less than 24 hours. It all started on a very lively Monday when she was for the first time stabbed right in the chest. Instead of suffering from impaired ventilation and decreased cardiac output, she found herself in a park. Since then, she has also been poisoned and choked to "death".' Nyla Fern is a hard working paralegal working for a prestigious law firm. She plans on going to law school in about 6 months but she might just have to pause on her dreams. Will she be able to solve her own murder? What's going to happen when her direct supervisor and a newly employed first year associate find out just what's going on in her life? Is there a chance for a romance to brew under this deadly façade? #3 on attorney #3 on paralegal #4 on lawfirm
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Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013

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