SudhaKakra

I know I am not a good writer but you are support can make me improve my writing skills I will try to improve my skills with your comments but for that you have to comment me help me I know there so I cannot use the word teenage but it is equally important how I feel when I say I have no support I hope you have a use to read this message can at least understand my feelings I was admitted in hospital for several days for because of that I was not able to publish and I was not able to try to get some votes I found I found set that goes down my parents used to blame me why are you on laptop mobile phone every time but this is the reason why am I the stories not just a book it is my heart

SudhaKakra

I know I am not a good writer but you are support can make me improve my writing skills I will try to improve my skills with your comments but for that you have to comment me help me I know there so I cannot use the word teenage but it is equally important how I feel when I say I have no support I hope you have a use to read this message can at least understand my feelings I was admitted in hospital for several days for because of that I was not able to publish and I was not able to try to get some votes I found I found set that goes down my parents used to blame me why are you on laptop mobile phone every time but this is the reason why am I the stories not just a book it is my heart

SudhaKakra

 TEASER: TRUTH IS NOT TRUE — Part 3
          "Jimi, what is that?"
          The air in the alleyway was cold, but the sleek black SUV idling at the curb was even colder. I looked at the tinted windows, then back at Jimi. For a split second, the clumsy 'Logistics Man' I loved was gone. In his place stood a stranger with eyes like steel.
          "It's nothing, Rose," he whispered, pulling me into the shadows. "Just a mistake. Just... logistics."
          But the man in the suit who stepped out of the car didn't look like he was looking for a shipping clerk. He looked like he was looking for a King.
          Tomorrow. Part 3. The lie starts to crack.