Watch me.

Watch me.

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Criticism's worth more than compliments. _______________ I watched the city buildings pass by in a blur as the cab soon came to a hault. " Do you need help with your luggage mam'm? " he asked looking at me through the rear view mirror, " No thanks I've got it" I responded taking a step out to face the large building before me "I'll be just fine" I smiled "just fine..." ________ Rayanah Ndlovu was born and breed in South Africa, Cape Town, her long restless nights finally earn her a bursary to an elite Manhattan University. With a scheduled routine plan and list of achievements she basically had her life planned out but as usual life had other plans for her and who better than a group of university students to help out. Rayanah Ndlovu soon finds her life spiralling out of control and her moral campus disfunctional but that soon compares to nothing when she finds herself blood drenched on top of her boyfriends dead body. - Cover by: Geolareader
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It may be a small town. But it has its many secrets. ----------------------------- "Sweetie, I just want to help you." "And how are you going to do that? Lock me up in an asylum where there are psychos who could hurt me? Put me to death? The possibilities are endless when it comes to getting rid of me, huh?" "I would do no such things." "Now who is the liar? And for the record, I have delicious snacks tugged away in my bag if I get hungry. I do not need your poisonous food. Also, do not call me your sweetie or sweetheart. Margie is your child now." "Margaret, you are sick. You need help." "The only help that I need..." She took a bow and arrow out of her bag, letting go of her bag in the process, and set the arrow on the bow. "...you all need help." Without any warnings, she grabbed ahold of me, forcing me to my feet, and held me close to her, pointing the sharp end of the arrow at my neck. "And the only way that you guys will receive help is if I kill my replacement." ----------------------------- If you like adventure, mystery, humor, or cliffhangers, then this is the book for you! Cover: Recolor Copyright by Ash J. All Rights Reserved

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