THE FIRST WATCH

..._Chapter 1: The First Watch_...

...(The Writer) 🎀...

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...Murder mujhe sukoon deta hai....

...Not in real life, obviously__...

...but on the page? In my fiction?...

...It’s the only place where chaos makes sense....

...Where someone always knows why the body fell....

...And that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to write for three fucking months now....

...I’m on Chapter 17 of my new crime novel —...

..."A story inspired by a half-forgotten newspaper clipping about a girl who went missing five years ago....

...No body was found. No answers. Just blood, silence, and one blurry CCTV frame."...

...I wasn’t even supposed to pick that case....

...But something in it called to me....

...And now it’s in me....

...Living, breathing, haunting....

...Just like the man in my dreams....

...A man I’ve never seen....

...But feel....

...Watching. Waiting. Breathing down my neck when I write those scenes too perfectly....

...I shiver....

...Close my laptop....

...It’s 2:47 a.m....

...The air in my apartment feels too still....

...Too quiet....

...Like I’m not alone....

...I walk to the window, tug the curtain aside—...

...and nothing....

...No one....

...Just the night....

...Heavy and black....

...“You’re spiraling,” I whispered to myself....

...“It’s just the book.”...

...But deep inside, I feel it....

...This story is writing itself....

...And it’s not just fiction anymore....

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...***End of the Writer's POV***...

...Three buildings across from your apartment,...

...A man watches through a tactical scope....

...Black hoodie. Gloves....

...Eyes like obsidian....

...Unblinking....

...He’s not watching you out of curiosity....

...He’s watching you because he knows who you are....

...And he’s already marked you....

...“She doesn’t know,” he murmurs, a voice like velvet laced with venom....

...“She doesn’t know what she wrote was real.”...

...“And she sure as fuck doesn’t know I’m in the book too.”...

...His gloved finger hovers over the photo on his tablet:...

...Your face....

...Your bio....

...Your book draft....

...Target: The Writer (Abellona Rushell)...

...Status: Under Surveillance....

...Order: Silence or Secure....

...He has other plans....

...“You’re not just a risk.”...

...“You’re my Little Sin”...

...He smirked while looking at the writer's photo. No one can save themselves from him, from his wrath. He's a beast, maybe more than this....

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...End of chapter 1 🖤...

What do you think will happen now? Is something bad going to happen to our little writer, or will it be more dangerous than bad? Will our writer be able to find out that something strange is going to happen to her and a devil is waiting to hunt her down?

Are you sacred? Yeah, you should be scared because the Devil is going to hunt her down.

...__Writer's PoV__...

Hey guys!! This is Eve!

I'm a new writer here. I hope you will like this story. English is not my native language so if there is any grammatical mistake then please tell me or ignore it. Love you my Readers. ❤️🫰🏻

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