VAMP

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTThanks for checking out this book.A chapter dedicated to your support as well as your very well received suggestions.exclusively on Goodnovel.SCHEDULECompleted.AUTHOR'S NOTEDo know that, your lovely comments and constructive criticism are welcomed-And your reviews and comments are well appreciated. I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it for you.In the meantime, enjoy my world of choices and characters that I hope you fall in love with and follow them on this quest called life.As this book is mainly filled with flashbacks and flashforwards, ensure that you read through each of the sentences at the top.ALSO NOTE,-that the night of the murder and during the investigation are all flashforwards and after the murder.Each segregated flashback or flashforwards are clearly headed so don't confuse it with their normal ongoing lives.DISCLAIMEROne would be put at the beginning of each chapter that is heavily or sensitively themed.But asides all and all, I r

 Note: during the investigation and the night of the murder are all flashforwards while the story takes the normal penultimate format that'll eventually lead to the crime.And it has the povs of the four girls because i felt the need to each get an insight into their lives, from their perspective.Meanwhile, there is an occasional narrator that is ultimately revealed at the end... After all, this is all a story- **** 01Flowers everywhere

WUOne day. Twenty four hours, a thousand four hundred and forty minutes.Eighty six thousand and four hundred seconds. It's amazing all that could happen in just one day. Your heart could give up on you any day.And your life could stop that day.You could both smile and laugh in one day, fail and triumph in the same.Life can show you all its pitfalls and you could find yourself spiraling down a dark path in another. You could say your vows in one day and a day can destroy that once promising joy.In a day, you could loose both parents to a tragic accident.A day can change your whole perspective about life. 

JACQUELINE THE NIGHT OF THE MURDERA frantic knock on the door drifted us from our mourning state. We all sat around the house, most of us afraid to go back on the streets. -afraid that we might be next. They were coming for us, it was only a matter of time. So when that knock banged again, I grabbed a knife before heading to the door. Clutching the knife behind my back, I slowly unlocked the door before opening it. Instinctively I screamed, hefting the knife into the air. "No, Jacq" The feminine voice yelled. "Amelia?" I called doubtfully, instantly r

KALEO Having known as the home to the blues and rock 'n' roll, Memphis also could've been the home to colors. Most of it hadn't changed in the past years, most especially the shops that lined at the corner of the streets. The Memphis sign beamed in its colors as I drove along the tarred roads, feeding my eyes around the famous city. After sixteen hours, I had come to realize my aching feet and no matter how many food stops I had made, I still craved for real food. My left hand around the steering wheel, I held unto my phone with my right hand -open to the page of my mother's line.  I had scrolled past her inactive Facebook page before I tried to dial her number. "Hey mom, I'm on my way home" I said to myself as I threw the phone in exhaustion. As I was beheld with another option, my eyes widened as I grabbed the phone.&nbs