Murderer In Mourning (Weekly Updates!)

Murderer In Mourning (Weekly Updates!)

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., mars 24, 2026
Angelise is going on a week-long trip with her best friend, Jason, that she's known since elementary school. Meanwhile, there's a killer on the loose. No one can figure out who he is. When her newfound Love interest ends up unresponsive when she calls, a result of a one night stand, Jason stops talking to her. She looks back at her messages, trying to figure out why her lover wasn't talking to her. Unintentionally, she notices some suspicious behavior in past texts. This information sends her down a rabbit hole of investigation. Her ex-lover takes the breakup that he initiated to heart. What happens when the city's most wanted criminal ends up heartbroken due to his own mistake?
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Annie Bloom is an average girl. She's in college, has a best friend, works, and studies. Yet one day she finds herself attacked, hospitalized, and nearly killed. Her best friend, Will, is certain it has to do with the guy she just started dating. Is Will jealous? Could her new boyfriend be involved? Or is it someone else entirely? Annie must find out quickly because every day could be her last. *** I could feel nothing but the pain. I felt every hit in excruciating detail with each erratic, painful heartbeat as my world became reduced to a series of agony. I struggled to breath through the broken ribs that constricted my airflow like a two-ton concrete slab had fallen on me. The blood from the blows to my head rolled down my face in waves. My arm was twisted at an impossible angle, yet I couldn't scream because my mouth would not open. I could feel the kicks coming at me from all directions, and as I received another one to the head I knew this was the end for me and my heartbeat slowed. The stab wound was bleeding too much for me to survive. When they left me for dead my eyes began to droop and the last thing I saw through fuzzy tunnel-like sight was a man running towards me before one final rattling breath coursed through my broken body and my heart stopped beating.

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