Novels by ColaCatto

Self-reliant, dauntless, and scornful. But this is all just a facade, a mechanism to deal with my unsettling past.I was born and grew up in a high-class family in an urban city, Lived happily until I was about 17 years old, but at that point, things changed. I decided to live out from my family. Their glamorous and luxurious lifestyle is not for me. Left without them even knowing and started a new life in this little city, find a job, and rented a small apartment just for me. I don't have friends as much but I do know a lot of people. Ross accepted me to work for his little mechanic shop. The wage wasn't that high but it was enough to fees myself and to pay bills.And suddenly these shenanigans happened. I was accused of being a murderer for very little evidence. You're probably wondering why I decided to help both

A beeping sound woke me up, cold air passes through my nose as I inhale. Carefully, opened up my eyes as the bright white light blinded me when I fully opened them. "Jane?" A gentle voice called me. It called me for the second time and it caught my attention and I glanced where the voice came from, realizing it was Nick. Sitting beside the hospital bed, he gently touched my hand. "Where are we? What happened? Did you catch the guy?" I looked up at him puzzled. "No, they didn't. I've called back up to search the entire area where we encountered the suspect, We scanned every nooks and cranny of the area still nothing." Nick sighed. Dextrose we're attached to my left hand, and an oxygen mask is on my face. So that's where the cold air came from. Sea

I woke up at 9:00 in the morning and called Nick and said I'm not going to work today because my injury still being a pain in the ass. I set up my laptop on my couch and turned on the T.V and watched my favorite Netflix show. I wish I could go to the office today. Working at home is not much my kind of thing. Although I do work from home sometimes. If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut t

It is getting late. Nick and I went back to the office to log out and getting ready to end the day at the office. I packed all my belongings, turned off the computer, and went out of the building with Nick. While on our way to my apartment, I couldn't help but think about the mysterious tattoo. The victim's spouse said he never had a tattoo, not even when he's gone missing for the past 28 hours until he was found. And the symbol wasn't tattooed with regular ink, it was a burnt mark. It was like he has branded as livestock. But it is not a fresh burnt mark, but a healed one. If he was 'branded' when he got killed, it should cause a blister."Annabelle said Adrian never had a tattoo when he went missing," I reported to Nick while he was driving. He glanced at me with an intense look in his eyes."The killer must have tattooed him the day he went missing

As I study the photos from the last night's crime, noticed something familiar. I zoomed in into the corpse's forearm that has a tattoo. But half of it was covered. Then I realized, it was the same as the one Nick printed out. So I side by side the two images, and it was confirmed. I asked Nick to come over to my desk to look at my discovery."Is it possible that the victims were members of the occult?" He gasped"It is possible, but why would they kill their member?" I gather up the evidence "Let's go to the morgue and check if the other victims have the same tattoo."We Rushed into the city morgue and examine the corpses one by one. The smell of the embalmed dead bodies makes my stomach turned, the smell of the chemical mixed with the slowly rotting, cold bodies makes it worse. We gathered all of the bodies

*Jane's dream*I woke up in the middle of a room dark room with lit candles sparsely distributed across the area. I'm sitting down on a rickety old wooden chair and my vision was still blurry as I completely open my eyes. Tried to rub them to clear my sight but then I realized… I'm tied down. Quickly I scanned the room for answers. One by one people appears from every dark corner of the room. I am now surrounded by unknown people covered in a red veil. I couldn't see their faces. I struggled to get out of being tied down but it was hopeless. I tried to scream but only air came out to my mouth as they were getting closer… and closer. They were whispering something I can't understand. The whispers getting louder and louder and turned into blood-curdling screams. One by one the person uncovers their face revealing their identity. They were the corpses