7 BULLETS
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A story filled with Mystery.
Unending Crimes.
Heart-bleeding Deaths.
What will Bella do to prevent further casualties?
Will she overcome her fears and start fighting back? Or run away?
Will she lose her own blood? 'Again?'
Will she encounter her 'monster?' The one who shadows her, like a ghost in the night?
7 BULLETS.
A story about a teenager, who lost everything. Who's afraid to face HIM again. He roams out in the shadows, down the streets of Sherletstone. His gaze pierce her skin, as she senses his presences close. After 8 years, returning to her hometown, will she live up to her vows, and protect her last blood? Or will her regrets and fear engulf her in her own home, along with those dreading memories?
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"P-please let my dad go...Y-you already killed her ,b-but please not my dad too sir. I-I won't tell the p-police..o-or anyone, I-I swear." she begged with teary eyes, as her gaze went down to her mother's stiff corpse. The man didn't say a word, yet not even a second passed as he slushed the knife, eying her reactions with. She screamed in horror.
"W-why? Why!?! Why are you so cruel? Y-you killed them. YOU MONSTER!" She screamed with rage, as her eyebrows furrowed due to anger, as the calm figure stood there silently, observing her. Bethany was still sobbing loudly in her small voice from afar.
"I kill! I don't do mercy!"
His words were calm, like the breeze that blew before a horrendous storm. No regrets. No fear. Not even the slightest.
All rights reserved(Plagiarism is a crime. Non-Copyright book). This story is available for all ages.
All the characters in the book are under my ownership, and are fully my own creation. This novel is completely my own and none other. My first book, 7 BULLETS, all authorities and credits to the owner(Nawal Jaffary.)
WARNING: CONTAINS BLOOD, DEATH,MURDER & CRIME!
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