THE GOLDEN SCARAB AN ARTIFACT

Detective Leo stood in the dim Museum vault, his trench coat damp from the rain. The heavy steel door hung wide open, it's complex lock completely melted by a high-tech termite charge. He shone his to...

ALISHAMyself Alisha. I wrote this book because I thought that I can be among all the storyteller or writer who are of my age. I want that there should be someone reading about myself and my thoughts that I have written in this book.