Fragments of Death

She wrote the story that saved a life of her brother and lost her own in the process.
Desperate to fund her brother's surgery, a struggling writer sells her manuscript, the only piece of her soul she ever truly understood. The book becomes a big sucess overnight, praised across the world but her name is nowhere on it. She watches in silence as another author takes her place, her words, her identity, her life.
She tells herself it was worth it, anything for her brother. Until the night of the success party of the book. When the celebrated author; the one who owns her story, dies under mysterious circumstances, the author found in his own pool of blood on his bed, as if someone sucked his soul out of him,the world is thrown into chaos. But for her, it's something far more terrifying than coincidence.
Because she starts to feel it.
A presence. Watching. Waiting.
The lines between fiction and reality begin to blur, and the story she once wrote starts unfolding around her, only darker, more twisted,more real.
And then she understands.
She didn't just sell a book.
She awakened something.
An immortal deity of death now walks beside her shadow
and it's not here for the story.
It's here for her, to hunt her, haunt her, but why?
Why her? little did she knew, death is here for the writer who wrote him in a book and now he's in mortal land to take the writer back to his immortal world.
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I hope you enjoy the story.
And yes book cover is taken from pinterest!
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