Bethβs Eyes
β Scribed by AJ Estelliam
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 51 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
βIt was at that moment that I realised I had died. But why was I back?β
Beth Ellison has been murdered by a sadistic, brutal serial killer. Through unknown circumstances though, Beth finds herself still alive-and desperate to know why.
Dr Anderson May is concerned about Beth. Having found her dead in a dark forest at midnight, she is struggling to comprehend the fact that the woman is actually alive; and that the chemistry between them is electric.
Beth is unsure about what has happened; but she is sure of one fact-she is a woman, changed. Her eyes are able to see what is not there, and the gift she has reawakened with is burning brightly within her. The gift of sight is magical to Beth, but soon she will discover its dangers.
A killer is brutalising women in the town where Beth lives. With Andi alongside her, Beth starts to search for the answers which she longs forβ¦why was she murdered? Why is she back? Bethβs search leads her far and wide and with Andi in tow, the women connect in a way which Beth has never experienced.
Can Beth find the answers to her murder-and can Andi accept her for who she is now? Find out inβ¦Bethβs Eyes.
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