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Last published Tue, Sep 16, 2025
Ha! I bet you didn't think I would put out a new story so soon did you?
Neither did I to be honest ha ha!
However! As I was working on a side character for my 'short story' 13. His backstory was so rich and captivating to me that I had to give him his own book.
If my After Life books were to be a series, this would be the start as I introduce you to a new way of seeing Judgement Day.
Of course I a human don't know what's going to happen. But God called upon me to create this story so it now has a place.
Warning: Violence, killing, murder, stalking, demons, and roughly translations.
If you think you're ready for the story, then here's an intro to a new world.
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