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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

Ruth followed Uncle James downstairs, leaving me in her pink-hued sanctuary. Almost everything in the room–from her beadspread to the curtains was pink. I guess it must be her favorite color.

I sighed and started unpacking. I placed my clothes into an empty drawer on the left and tucked my remaining belongings into the smaller drawer at the buttom. When I finished, I streched, letting out a small yawn.

I glanced at the clock and realized it was already 5pm. Feeling restless, I headed downstairs.

From the kitchen, the rhythmic sound of chopping reached my ears. Curious, I walked in to find Uncle James at the counter, wearing a blue apron with his sleeves rolled up, busily slicing a carrot.

"Can I help with anything?" I asked stepping closer.

He looked up and smiled. "Yes, please. You can make the salad, if you don't mind. You've done that before right?"

I nodded, grateful to have something to do. I washed my hand and opened the fridge, I grabbed the lettuce, cucumbers, and tomatoes. Turning on the tap , I began rinsing them under the cold water, letting the task calm my racing thoughts.

After a few moment of silence, I glanced over to Uncle James "Where's Ruth." I asked casually.

He sliced the carrots and replied " Oh, she gone out to get some groceries. I told her today is your birthday, so… expect something from her," he said with a teasing smile, winking playfully.

My hands stilled over the lettuce. It's not that I'm ungrateful Uncle, but I seriously don't need a birthday gift," I said softly, trying to get the edge out of my voice. " I'm still grieving Grandma's death."

Uncle James sighed, setting down the knife. "I understand, Anaya. Losing her hasn't been easy for any of us. But you have to let yourself heal ,too. Accepting kindness doesn't mean you've forgotten her." He paused, his tone gentler. Besides, Ruth rarely gives gifts. If she buys you something, take it–it might mean more than you think."

Something about his words made my chest tighten. Ruth rarely gives gifts? The thought lingered, raising questions I wasn't ready to confront. What if her guesture wasn't out of kindness, but for some hidden motive?

I shook the thought away and focused on slicing the cucumbers, but the unease in my heart wouldn't settle. Around Ruth, I always felt like I had to be on guard.

RUTH RARELY GIVES OUT GIFTS