Who Done It?

Who Done It?

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People disappearing left and right with their bodies turning up mangled beyond recognition. No traces of the criminal and no motive. Can a college student and her friends solve the murders before they too become a victim? Hi guys! This is my first book under this account. I have another account, but I've lost access to it :( so I'm starting fresh. I haven't written a book since for like ever so please be patient with me as I jump back into the demanding site Wattpad is. If you notice any grammar mistakes or something that doesn't sound right, shoot me a message or leave it in the chat and I'll fix it! The OC is based off me in some ways, so if she does something that doesn't seem correct or comes off as weird, be nice about expressing your feelings towards her! I'll try and update as frequently as possible, no promises. Please enjoy the story!
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Accident

I killed my friends and it's my fault. But feels unexpectedly euphoric... Kyra is the Devils daughter but she doesn't know it. Soon she meets Coen (a guy with a rich history and inhumanly talents), little do they know what's in store for them. "I have just stabbed my favourite teacher. What is wrong with me. There's blood coming out of her chest, more and more as her heart pumps. But it's already too late because I see my scissors sticking up from her ribs as I feel unnaturally good. All of the guilt has somehow oozed out of me. I remember that I feel good only after the person has died so she must be dead. There is silence for about 10 seconds then everyone starts screaming and runs to the other side of the room to me. I don't know why but this is kinda fun. I slowly walk towards them, smirking, as the guy who bullied me for me whole life is shaking and grabbing onto his best friends shoulders. I'm not going to hurt them but it is fun torturing them. He has made my life miserable for 11 years so I'm not going to leave without out evening out the mental and physical indents he has had on my life. All those sleepless nights of crying, cut and bruises he has given me. I continue to walk even closer, everyone has started to back slowly away from him. He lets out a stupid high-pitched scream as I whisper to him." I swear I'm not a psychopath.

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