Dear readers,I am happy to announce that my first book titled "The XIth Hour," a psychological thriller/suspense, has now been published YAY!!!
Book description:
Life seemed perfect for Twil Jeafi, until he suddenly woke up with a type of amnesia. Things got even weirder when he received an anonymous phone call from a lady assumed to be his sister. With some help, he tracked down the mysterious caller and he discovered the unbelievable.
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The XIth Hour is a Psych-Thriller mixed with suspense and BLOOD-THIRST. When faced with despair, there's no telling what will happen next...
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Narrator's voice talking about Twil:
When he got to the end of a dark street, he realized he had missed his way and had also been moving in endless circles. While the voice was distracting him, he had missed one important turn leading directly to the exit point. When he turned around from the dead end to retrace his steps, he saw police cars blocking the street’s entrance.
Twil looked left and right, but there was nowhere else to run. He jumped and tried to hold on to what looked like a cable hanging over the wall, but he stopped and raised his hands up when several shots were fired at the wall. He was surrounded and the police ordered him to surrender. Twil got on his knees and interlocked his hands behind his head, but he didn’t want everything to end in defeat, not when he was already close to the exit.
“You can’t let them take you,” the voice echoed in his head. “Get up and run...”
It wasn’t exactly what Twil hoped to hear. After doing everything the voice had asked him to do, it couldn’t even provide him a better way out — it wasn’t good enough for him. How was he supposed to escape by running when he was surrounded? He couldn’t let the voice lead him to his death, neither could he let the police apprehend him. Not now, not ever. So as the police cautiously advanced toward him to pick him up, he looked up and around him rapidly, then shut his eyes, took a deep breath, got up and dashed off, running in between the police officers.
One of the officers fired a shot and it hit the right part of Twil’s back, throwing him down on the floor. As Twil was on the floor, he turned back and looked at the officer that shot him. The name on his badge was blurry, because he was beginning to pass out. His eyes closed before the officer came close to him.
Twil opened his eyes partially a few minutes later as he was being placed on the stretcher, and he saw the shooting officer’s eyes on him. The officer came closer and held the stretcher just before it was lifted up for the ambulance.
Twil looked left and right, but there was nowhere else to run. He jumped and tried to hold on to what looked like a cable hanging over the wall, but he stopped and raised his hands up when several shots were fired at the wall. He was surrounded and the police ordered him to surrender. Twil got on his knees and interlocked his hands behind his head, but he didn’t want everything to end in defeat, not when he was already close to the exit.
“You can’t let them take you,” the voice echoed in his head. “Get up and run...”
It wasn’t exactly what Twil hoped to hear. After doing everything the voice had asked him to do, it couldn’t even provide him a better way out — it wasn’t good enough for him. How was he supposed to escape by running when he was surrounded? He couldn’t let the voice lead him to his death, neither could he let the police apprehend him. Not now, not ever. So as the police cautiously advanced toward him to pick him up, he looked up and around him rapidly, then shut his eyes, took a deep breath, got up and dashed off, running in between the police officers.
One of the officers fired a shot and it hit the right part of Twil’s back, throwing him down on the floor. As Twil was on the floor, he turned back and looked at the officer that shot him. The name on his badge was blurry, because he was beginning to pass out. His eyes closed before the officer came close to him.
Twil opened his eyes partially a few minutes later as he was being placed on the stretcher, and he saw the shooting officer’s eyes on him. The officer came closer and held the stretcher just before it was lifted up for the ambulance.
“Cole,” Twil said, when he saw the ink on the officer’s right hand.
“No, it’s Sergeant Cole,” Tony said, then bent forward, and whispered. “And I knew your father, Ted Jeafi.”
Twil did not know what Tony was trying to say, but it sounded as though Tony was blaming him for his father’s disappearance.
“I didn’t kill my dad,” Twil said, in a low tone. “If that is what you are insinuating.”
“Then I hope we find him... alive!”
Tony waved his hand to the paramedic, and he moved Twil into the ambulance.
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Thanks a lot.
Literarily Yours,
CMO.
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