Cocktail Books Chronicles

Deaths, Murders and Planned Murders One moment, Naliaka was in the gentle arms of Samuel, watching a beautiful sunset over Mt Kilimanjaro. The next moment, she was standing on a beach watching a similar sunset, standing next to Boss, enjoying the feeling of the wet beach sand sup through her toes. But the seemingly beautiful dream transformed into a nightmare when a tsunami kind of storm started rising from the horizon, swallowing the sunset, rushing towards them. The storm frightened her, but she stood rooted on the same spot, hypnotised by its beauty. She woke up screaming Boss’ name. She sat up in bed so fast she knocked her head on the headboard. “Ouch!” She groaned, rubbing the head before opening her eyes. Disorientation took over for a moment because the purple walls she was staring at did not match the cream ones in her house. Then she remembered. It has been three days and two nights since she moved in with Queen, but her psyche was determined to resist that she wa