SEQUEL TO METAMORPHOSIS.
MY WORKS #2
Kali stared blankly ahead, letting a few seconds of silence take over her conversation. She took a breath before speaking...
"Sometimes, angels need saving too."
NINARMANI. 2021.
I'm speeding things up. Fair warning. Tryn get this book over w. No cap. I got some of our side characters below, just to remind you what they workin w.
Enjoy.
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Boy ain't no way boy. 😂😂😂😂 What the fuck bruh, I hate too fine niggas like omfg. Now I GOTTA spin you. Between him and Jason, BOYYYYYY LMFAOOOO. (We all know Sin my fav so idk who gon be two.)
Ik Kalina and Kali don't look alike but please pretend they do. Y'all be imagining other shit that ain't true so do dat for me. Glooks. ——— Third Person. Unedited. October 2nd, 2024. Rome, Italy.
"So... you're alive?" Kali asked rhetorically.
"Yeah sweetie," Niko chuckled, answering anyway. Sighing, he sat on their couch. "Ask away, please. I'm more than happy to help man."
"Niko what the fuck happened bruh?" August ran his hands down his face.
"When I got shot, I never died. They never even had a funeral for me but the doctors said I was dead. They ain't give nobody my body so if they did have one... it was an empty casket. The Creedz at the time were just trying to get back at Meechie for the shit we did. I survived but barely, I was in a hospital bed for six months." Niko chuckled bitterly.
