Body Of Evidence Novel Novels & Stories

Thomas burned stronger than ever. I had no evidence. Everything I had seen only answered my curiosity, not the truth. The public didn’t know. Only I did. I was the only key that remained neutral, not siding with anyone. Not even David. But… an article without proof was nothing but trash. Who would believe a story without solid evidence? No one. The evidence I had gathered, I wrote in a book. Meanwhile, videos, photos, and articles, I stored them in a locked file. That file was not just a collection of data; it was fragments of truth that needed to be protected.

"The destroyer strikes first.” Nova doesn't even look at the vial. She stares at it with exhausted disbelief. "As if I would hide evidence beneath the chair everyone watched me sit in." Few people seem interested in logic. Fear has never been famous for careful thinking. Beatrice walks into the building, and moves before anyone else can. What the fuck is she doing there? She steps directly between Nova and the gathering crowd. "That evidence is fabricated." She says, tipping her chin. "You cannot possibly know that," an elder protests.

The air felt thick and charged, almost humming with unseen energy. Three hours passed, and suddenly, a chilling breeze swept through the room. The coffin reappeared, materializing slowly until it was fully visible. With a creak, the lid opened on its own, and Ogadima laid motionless on the coffin. With thick foam coming out of her mouth. The baba rang his bell continuous and took a while chalk draw a three straight lines around the coffin. Tossed some kola nut into the coffin for Ogadima to wake up but she laid still without moving her body. Written by Peter's Gracious stories.

The closer we got I was able to notice the thick black substance seeping out from under the blue sheet. My heart hammered in my chest. Enzo said Faye went out drinking so if this isn’t her… I swallowed hard. “Is it too gruesome for you to stomach?” Nova spat. I held her stare for a split second but it was enough for her to shoot daggers at me. “it would be too gruesome for anyone,” Enzo replied as he knelt beside the body. He lifted the sheet and I gasped. “Oh no,” I exhaled. “Do you know her, Alex?” Rhett asked.

Then moved to the other side of the bench and picked up a tool and we both went back to work, the information sitting between us like something that had been placed on a table and would be picked up when it was needed. I worked until the bearing was seated properly and the wheel was balanced and the job was done. Then I sat for a moment and thought about the version of myself who had stood at an altar three weeks ago believing the greatest threat to her safety was public embarrassment. I had been wrong about so many things. The question now was whether I was going to keep being wrong, or whether I was going to use what I knew. I thought about the Evidence folder. The forty-seven documents. M

James Steinbeck's eyes were like lightning as he glared at the charred corpse. Pu! The sound of bubbles being blown was heard. After the body was stabbed by the long awl, it immediately turned into a puddle of mud. "It's not Caspian!" James Steinbeck's heart skipped a beat. He could not tell whether he was happy or disappointed. But this emotion didn't last long. He saw the confident look on Eric Khol's face, as well as the stone under the original body, which seemed to melt into ice and snow.

She looked at me like she was in a state of shock or awe, as if she couldn’t understand how we had the drive to trespass at this event, just to take a stand. How could she doubt me here? Didn’t she know the depths of the good she had done for me? Couldn’t she tell that I would do the same for her? “I’m glad it was this easy,” Noel said, while Cara and I looked at each other. “I had other evidence, but it would be less… moral… to share with everyone.” That claimed Cara and my attention as we turned to look at him. “What kind of evidence?” I asked. “Oh. Some correspondence I found in Melinda’s apartment that collaborated everything she said in the recording,” Noel said. “Letters between her an

"There’s nothing to talk about. She’s a complication I don’t need." Rion smiled as if I just confessed to stealing his sword to butter my toast. Fool. Before Rion could press further, a young soldier rushed up to us, eyes wide with urgency. "Your highness, you need to come quickly. There’s been a new discovery." *** Back in the investigation room, the body still lay untouched on the slab. I felt a familiar sense of frustration, but the soldier’s urgency suggested something new. A scholar stood beside the body, his hands trembling as he held out a small, weathered book.

Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

“After we talked, my uncle called my cousin who works for the Texas Rangers. Tyson came with his guys and they handled the scene. When they searched the building where the body was found, they also found a security system. It was old school, but it still worked. When the plane landed, Liam walked down, and he and the old man had a confrontation. Liam shot the guy twice, took the old man’s truck and left. Viktor came off the plane and drug the body back to the office and set it in the chair. He saw the camera and wrote a note that said, ‘Come get your princess.’ He walked out of the building and back to the plane. A little while later, Liam showed back up in the Blazer. He opened the passenge