The official Spiraljette novel. Loosely based on my own life as I am also a girl. However, Svetnica Angelski is just a little different from you or I. Through great trials she will discover the one true way to know God and his love. When her father...
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My bleary eyes opened to the light filtered from my blinds. I moaned audibly as the light soaked into my skin. Mmm breakfast, I thought. As a raw vegan breatharian, I enjoy my morning photosynthesis. I rolled out of my soft bed and prayed to the Supreme Consciousness.
Next, I looked in the mirror and examined myself with my crystal blue orbs with golden flakes. I have the biggest tits you've ever seen and an ass to match. The rest of my body is pale and fragile. I have brown eyes. I used my delicate hand to fluff my long beachy blonde waves which reach my wide, child-bearing hips. I'm so average and normal that I'm actually astoundingly beautiful. However, I have a rare genetic mutation called Alexandria's genesis which makes my eyes purple. I also have no body hair beneath my face and don't menstruate. I am woefully self-conscious. I do my best to hide my embarrassingly wide thigh gap and have debilitating self-esteem issues.
It was the first day of wife school. It's a notorious fact that godly men prefer debt-free virgins without tattoos, so I was attending a special school to learn how to be a wife. Oh, girls and boys both attended. Boys learned skills like crypto and 4chan, and girls learned important things like to sing and rap. Everyone took religion class. My fathers Noam Chomsky and Joe Biden raised me to be Gnostic. When the Nag Hammadi texts were found in 1945, it was totally nouvelle to achieve gnosis. So, my goal is spread the dualist heresy found in the Gnostic doctrine.
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"H̸u̸r̸r̸y̸ ̸u̸p̸,̸ ̸i̸t̸'̸s̸ ̸t̸i̸m̸e̸ ̸t̸o̸ ̸l̸e̸a̸v̸e̸ ̸f̸o̸r̸ ̸s̸c̸h̸o̸o̸l̸". my brother Bladee called out from across the house. I sighed and opened my closet, flipping through my vintage subversive basics archive fashion pieces. After praying about it, I end up dressed head to toe in Versace. I'm wearing an orange mini dress with leopard print surrounding an intricate baroque patterned frame. Inside this frame is a beautiful sunset beach. It is classic Versace elegance. I carry the pink La Medusa leather mini bag with golden studs and a chain.
