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❝MY KIND OF WOMAN.❞ WRITTEN BY YOURS TRULY, -4EVERLANI <3
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❝SYNOPSIS...❞
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𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 was nothing, and entirely far from the expectations that her own appearance made her seem to be. She was the definition of "Don't judge a book by its cover." if the quote itself was embodied into an eighteen-year-old girl from Chicago, Illinois. Her looks made her so deceiving of the person she was, and boy were the people who were privileged enough to get anywhere near her, had a surprise for their lives.
See, the Lorenzo herself was this eye-catching spirit, alluring at the sound of her gentle and soothing voice, captivating in the way she moved and walked around in a room or outside on the sidewalks or roads leading her to her destination, the way she talked to others and how her tone was almost as if you were speaking to an angel, and, in the way she smiled. Oh the smile that made people hooked onto her like puppets on a string. It was her defining quality—along with her cunningness.
No one who knew of the girl herself could quite describe and pinpoint what it was about her that made her so much of a goddess-like. Maybe it had something to do with the dash of innocence she had on every day that made herself seem like she was of it. It may be a reason why she always seemed to attract the darkness in the world.
Though, in knowing of the supernatural world, of its beings and evil creatures that held a title to themselves held some sort of bad luck to it. Lorelei would know better, and Lorelei hated it. She should've guessed that it'd be the reason why her mother signed her up for many self defense classes like Karate, Tae Kwan Do, even personally training her at the age of ten years old all the way to her Junior year of high school.
Aaralyn did everything in her heart to teach her tolerance, obedience, patience, and how to control your emotions and take control of them, rather than letting it take control of you. That, was something that Ary had been teaching to her daughter since she was seven. And for what it's worth, it's an amazing ability to have to yourself, but after holding in all the tension of emotions you've felt inside of yourself—its like water in a jar, and with every droplet of water that gets inside of the jar, it gets closer to filling to the top, capable of overflowing.
