Prologue

It was her who was left for last. Not so much intentionally, but her arrival was delayed and her warning earlier had came all but too late. The woman’s knees buckled and her ankles shook with exhausted fear. She held out her hand as she slowly tried to back away. “What are you doing? Put it down,” she cried helplessly. “Please, put it down.” Where she inched next on the hard floor she slipped slightly. Although already knowing what was beneath her feet, she just couldn’t help but tilt her head down at the spilt blood that’d made its way across the floor. The desire to double over and vomit from the sight and chaos pulled at her stomach, but the longing to go and see if there was any chance she’d feel a pulse was almost impossible to bear. Devastation, however, kept her feet wading in the pool. She looked back up and the rest of her heart shattered at what she saw. “What’s happened to you?” she asked, the choking tears made her sad voice sound limp. But she knew it was hopeless.

And the trigger was pulled for the second time.

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His eyes shoot open, pupils wide and dilated. The reminiscent sound of the shot echoes in his ears and head as he wakes from the dream. His unveiled body shivers, covered in a cold sweat.    

 

Author's Note

Remember to purchase Through His Veins, coming soon!!!

Reviews

[Jimmy Greenie]

Wow. That's a great story. I wonder what happens next?

[Raef C. Boylan]

There's definitely enough in this prologue to intrigue the reader into wanting to read more.
In terms of character, you make it clear that there is some prior connection between the gunman and the woman who arrives late. We sympathise with her plight - and we're also led to empathise with him, as her question indicates that she didn't used to think him capable of killing.

Good luck with the book; who are you publishing though?
Thanks for reviewing my piece.

[Arc Moore]

When is the book going to be published??????

I enjoy the book so far. Please post more?

Hope to read mroe soon.

Arc