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"And you think that will do it for you?" Biting my lip, I take another glance at what I was holding. Maybe not. It seems based off some kind of murder crime story, and I can't say I'm too keen to be kept up at night with horrific images mingling in my head. My thoughts were cut off by Malik taking yet another step closer. I almost flinched away, when he reached for the book before I realised that really it's his. "I think I can find you something better," Malik murmurs, inspecting the book curiously. He turns it over to view the synopsis, before shaking his head slightly. If he doesn't like it so much, why is it-

I whispered. A fresh wave of nausea hit, memories pushing like claws against the walls of my mind, shadows of a past life I had spent years trying to understand. This book...This book was the answer. This was the ritual Darren used to kill me, to kill my baby, to take power for himself.

Now everything suddenly makes sense. 'My soul was not transferred to the past. It was transmigrated inside my favorite mystery novel which is titled 'Book of Murder' but not as Detective Alice Potter but as Doreen Garcia. ...the murderer.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

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They found my death an accident. But before I die, I would like to ask one thing to all of you, whether I am really going to commit suicide or someone is killing me? ********************************* So here's the Prologue of this story. Hope you liked it. In this story, It'll be shown how a girl loved a boy for the first time in her life with all her heart. The boy broke her and her heart completely. Friends, I am new on this platform, please give a try to my story. Pretty please. 💖Thank you💖

I wanted truth, not comfort. The Goddess answered. I woke again, aware, and holding the weight of what I had seen. My second life was not a blessing. It was a reset, a chance to walk the same path with open eyes. The world thought I returned as the quiet girl they expected me to be. They didn’t know I remembered every conversation they tried to hide. They didn’t know I carried the knowledge of my own murder. And this time, I wasn’t going to die quietly. This time, the one who poisoned me would face me while I still breathed.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

My hands shake slightly as I unfold it, smoothing out the creases. The headline hits me like a freight train, bold black letters that seem to pulse with their own dark energy: "MAN MURDERED BY TEEN IN LATE-NIGHT ATTACK — AUTHORITIES SUSPECT SELF-DEFENSE"

A sanitized way of saying my grandmother was murdered, and that they'd been coming for me ever since. Bran's jaw tightens, his hands curling into fists as he reads. "So it was official. He didn't just steal the book—he killed your grandmother for it. And now you're the target. That explains a lot: the creatures that attacked the Misfits and the Moonlight Pack, the figure we keep seeing in the shadows, all of it." Aunt Merle's expression stays blank, though her eyes carry sorrow. "He knew what he was doing. He knew the book was dangerous, and he wanted it anyway."