A young woman named Myla, or also known as; Night Wielder, roams the streets of Los Angeles as a lone bad guy and pickpocket. She's a minor known criminal who's good in remaining amongst the shadows. However, even though she enjoys living a life of...
Edit: Okay. It took longer than I intended it to be . . . but here we are. Enjoy this loooong chapter 😏. (Grammar mistakes will be edited by me)
BTW, Don't play this song until you see the words: Play video above ⬆️
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"What up!!! Tiffany Fluffet, Channel Sixty-Six action news! There's been another bank robbery in our beloved city in the central district a couple days ago, created by none other than the despicable Bad Guys themselves. Who we all know, and love to fear—"
"Love to fear?" Seriously? Hehe, that's a pretty laughable way to describe them in my opinion
Myla rolled her eyes in amusement. She chuckles when the headlines read; "The Brawn, but Dense Chief of Police, Failed to Catch the heinous Bad Guys Once Again!" She leaned her pelvis against a long, horizontal table with a banquet of food and beverages on top. She drinks a short sip of red wine with a group of strangers in an elaborate living room. She currently watched the news on a wide-screen television as a "guest" in a wealthy CEO's house party that stands near the pacific ocean (she stole an invitation from somebody's mailbox). She snickered whenever she heard numerous guests say things like:
"Ugh, when are they gonna be arrested already?!"
"I would not want those freaks around my kids."
"Another highway speed chase?!? Someone could've been killed!"
"God, that wolf is such a psychopath!! Just like his father!!"
The young woman kept to herself as her ears were bombarded with more negative opinions and comments about Mr. Wolf and his friends. She drinks another sip of wine, shaking her head. She hung her head low as she dipped the black fedora hat she wore over her eyes to shelter her feminine face, even though it's completely covered: She wore a fake trimmed beard, a black jacket, black pants, polished dark shoes, a gray vest, gray-tinted glasses, a blue tie, and a white-under shirt. She had her platinum-blonde hair in a tight bun while wearing a brown wig underneath her hat. She also wore a pair of black leather gloves to cover her fingerprints. Realizing she had a mission to do, Myla . . . or Night Wielder, quickly slips out of the opulent living room through the crowd of party guests, whom most of them are the CEO's coworkers. Everybody is dressed in rather pleasant, formal clothing for a supposedly nice evening inside the beach house.
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