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Well... here we go again.This past week, probably 4-5 days ago, I completely blew up (I didn't mean to, I lost my patience) at a member here on this s..
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Murder, Romance, Politics, it all boils down to one thing: money.
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Chapter One
“Are you sure about this?”
“Not really,” his voice sounded muffled through the w..
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Chapter Two
Sanctuary was a nondescript gray brick building. All the windows were blacked out and the only way inside w..
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He backhanded her, blood exploded in her mouth, and she
slumped against the wall. How did she end up here? Esmeralda looked up at the
Arch Demon in ..
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Clenching my jaw,Fists closed tightly,As I stare into a world
of hatred.Shadowed by disguise,Like a hallow tree,We’re too blind to see
it.Hold..
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Who do you trust when you are chasing down a murderer and your very friends could be the evil which you seek?
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Prologue
A gun.
She sees the barrel of a gun pointing directly at her head, the metal cylinder
looks sinister and dark. She looks tow..
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Chapter
One
“I can’t
believe this,” Abby groused. “Just where is my luggage?”
Sh..
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