Urban fantasy with a paranormal twist. Ghost,love,mystery and humor
Think of as many nasty labels for a human being you can think of in one second and then double it, no triple it. After that form it like clay, chisel it out like marble until perfection is formed and then call it Claire Stevens. I was murdered and Claire Stevens had something to do with it.
All I need to do is prove it.
This is why I am stalking Claire Stevens...
Death is known to come in the most tragic of ways and most of the time comes unexpectedly. Life is fragile for us mortal human beings. It’s unpredictable and unguaranteed. Some live a life to a ripe old age and some live very short ones...
We victims are no longer among the living, we are now spirits. How does a spirit scream and demand their justice?
Claire Stevens is perfection.
She is the truffle. Imagine the most perfect woman and that is Claire Stevens. She’s hotter than Barbie. I’ll leave the details to your imagination.
So am I the jealous one?
Maybe a little.
But this isn’t about my feelings about Claire Stevens, even though I shared them. This is about Claire Stevens’ feelings and what she did because of them.
My murderer is unknown to me. I can tell you what he looks like, but give you his name, where he lives, the reason why he killed me, I cannot.
Well, I can tell you part of his reason, it was Claire Stevens....
I'm going to prove it was, even if I have to stalk Claire Stevens.