Seven
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Annabelle Tomeko is Dead, she was murdered. A being, superior to us, sends her back to earth with supernatural abilities and a knack for revenge on her murderers. She calls herself Seven, she has a week to kill the men and women who murdered her. And those men and women stand in place of the Seven Deadly Sins. Pride, Wrath, Greed, Sloth, Guttony, Lust, and Envy. Detective Valery and his partner, Detective Cho, are F.B.I. agents investigating a brutal murder, and soon they realize there's a serial killer on their hands. They know the girl who was once Annabelle Tomeko is involved in these terrible homicides, but they can't grasp how a twenty-five year old woman can be connected to the gory scenes they find themselves at every day. It's a chase, as Seven is always a step ahead of the Detectives, and always leaving a body behind wherever she goes. ****** I am editing and rewriting this story and will be posting the updates as I write them. thanks! ******
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WARNING: This story contains explicit material and some languages which may not be appropriate to everyone. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This is my first story ever. I hope you enjoy reading every part of this psychological thriller. Comments and suggestions are most welcome. Reproduction of any part of this original story is prohibited. PROLOGUE Head investigator, Brent Sherwood found a very distraught young woman at the crime scene. She was hiding in the walk-in closet behind the hanging wardrobes of the dead man. Her eyes were wary and scared. He asked for her name. "Nikola", she whispered in thick Italian accent. Her voice was full of anguish and despair . "Are you the dead man's daughter?" Brent asked the young woman whose exotic beauty was covered with sweat, tears and great fear. She shook her head and mumbled, "Wife". There's a pang of regret that stuck in his throat. In that moment of disbelief, he immediately erased that first impression to console a bereaved woman. Whoever believes in love at first? Such foolishness should be deleted off his mind. His feelings must not cloud his judgement. He must act in accordance to his job even if it's his first time to admire a woman after 3 years in solitude. Did she kill her husband? That's the question he must unravel before focusing on his own personal motive.

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