SILENT CRIES

SILENT CRIES

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S I L E N T C R I E S 'I will always love you. But if I can't have you, then no one else will'. A notorious serial killer has crossed the streets of Whitechapel England and roads along the Chicago river in the United States. Very little information has been exposed about the murder cases in which this particular killer has committed. Over 200 citizens have been the victims of each homocide and with the littlest of information given, it's almost impossible to track down this sinner of saints. When a women working with the courts comes across this person, she has to decide whether or not she can figure this case out before it gets out of hand. With three children of her own, she struggles to cope up with the cases, but little did she know, the murderer was right under her nose. A novel based on a 100th year old mystery. Inspired, by the case of Jack The Ripper and H.H Holmes. WARNING: Contains mature contents with extreme vivid images that may be unsuitable for anyone under the age of 15.
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"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

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