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In The shoreline prophecy , Anaya Assey’s life is upended when she moves in with her estranged uncle James and his daughter Ruth. Haunted by strange dreams and an unsettling sense of a dark force lurking, Anaya soon learns that her family’s history is anything but ordinary. Ruth, sweet on the surface but hiding a deeper, more sinister side, becomes a constant mystery to Anaya, and a potential threat to everything she holds dear.

As Anaya navigates the strange new dynamics of her family, she uncovers buried secrets, spiritual tests, and dangerous plots that threaten to tear apart everything she’s ever known. But with the power of faith and the guidance of her late Grandma Ama, Anaya must find the strength to stand firm against the darkness closing in around her. Will she be able to uncover the truth behind her dreams and Ruth’s cryptic behavior before it’s too late? Or will the shadows of the past consume her future?

A gripping tale of faith, family, and destiny, The shoreline prophecy  invites readers into a world where the spiritual and earthly realms collide, and where one woman’s courage can change everything.


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THE SHORELINE PROPHECY

I stepped out of the car and headed straight to my room to pack my belongings. As I gathered my essentials, I felt an inexplicable pull– a strong urge to go to Grandma Ama's room.

I hesitated for a moment, trying to shake off the feeling, but it only grew stronger. I slowly walked towards the door but it was locked. I searched around and found the key in the flower pot at the side.

I picked it up , unlocked the door and stepped inside, dropping my bag on the floor. The familiar scent of Neem filled the air, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. Tears welled up in my eyes as memories of Grandma Ama flooded my mind.

I walked to the bed, laid down, amd pulled the duvet over me, savouring the warmth it brought. Her scent lingered on the fabric, a bittersweet reminder of the times we spent together. Grandma Ama loved neem tea, and it's fragrance always cling to her. I loved it too, a small ritual we shared that I now cherish more than ever.

After a while, I stood up and made my way to the wardrobe. I opened it slowly, and what I saw inside brought fresh tears streaming down my Face.

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