Hi!!!! I realised I write a ton of fanfiction but no original content, so I thought why not give it a try? Anyways, thanks for reading! And bear with me, my writing can get quite cliché.
Oh by the way if you don't like murder, blood, poison, suicidal tendencies and the occasional use of drugs then I wouldn't keep going.
Don't worry the mature sign doesn't mean that they'll be really sus and dirty scenes, because that would freak myself out!
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Amethyst Harbour was never a loud city, well known for its beautiful beaches and low crime rate. However, everyone in the city was well aware that the reason for this fame was the cause of Sir Matthew White, the billionaire businessman.
So when he threw a gala in Westerly, his manor. It was only an issue of time before something horrible happened, a robbery, arson, or maybe illegal auctioning from the old man himself.
Nobody excepted something so drastic, wild enough to end up in the news in surrounding countries in only a matter of a few hours. Didn't know that Amethyst Harbour had suffered their first crime in years, no, maybe even decades.
Not a dozen people knew his death was at the doorstep, rarely anyone does. The city didn't know the cause of his rather unusual death. No, people wouldn't acknowledge it as anything besides suicide.
But things are never what people want them to be, and when luck comes around, it rarely benefits the innocent ones.
Sir White was found on the balcony, slumped over the railing like somebody had tried to throw him into the garden beneath, failing miserably at the task. The blood was colder than snow on the white marble floor, his features pale as paper, his expensive tuxedo nowhere to be seen. The man himself only wearing a singlet, a horrible sight for everyone.
His body was covered with minor injuries, though that was unlikely to be the cause of death as were aimed at limbs and not fatal parts. The real reason seemed to be some form of poison, the scientists however, weren't able to find any toxins in his blood. So when the detectives arrived they plainly called it an overdose of alcohol and rash medicine intake. Considering the injuries as self inflicted, the moments before he had died.
The Chronos Collective, however knew that this was no ordinary case of suicide, it was a calculated gamble, a murder from a mastermind.
Rose Starlia was unaware this society had even existed until she had arrived at her doorstep after the gala, where she found a letter with a clock-like symbol, the same symbol she drew when she was 5, a symbol of a fake secret society she and her friends had made.
So as she took off her pink silk dress and undid her blonde hair from the flattering gala, she read the rather boring letter. An invitation to her childhood society in which she used to be the president in. Nothing caught her eye until she saw the familiar name, Damien Richardson.
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I didn't actually mean for this to be a cliffhanger so don't expect anything too grand on the next chapter. I hope you liked it, tell me if it's cliché or dramatic I can edit it out!
(I honestly have no idea what I'm doing ^-^)
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Trust is for Babies
Mystery / ThrillerIn the shores of Amethyst Harbour, a rare crime has occurred, bringing global attention as the victim, Sir Matthew White, has died to rather extreme circumstances. While the rest of the world calls it suicide The Chronos Collective believe otherwise...
