He took my pen and begun to write the names of the Heathens of futures past. Relay I bound, my coat sort empty. He took away the meaning of life, the care in truth, the path severed from the time's wishlist. It all happened within a split of a second, his mind fragile to what had come. Patience was a liability to resonate her beauty. Her mind open to the thought of what just happened. The birds knew hallows resonate her timeliness. The grave knew oflet was bound to happen but sooner than expected the Mayhams were weary. The cross around his neck gave the silver lining the heathens died for. Was it the solitude or dismay that caused such caucus. But there was the Elders of Mayham ready to decide the faith of Rue. Everything was dark but gloomy, fate had its different meaning. Tiara was dissatisfied but the heathens were out to get her, Rue was her biggest lining but hell had its purpose. A second time would be appropriate but fate had a new meaning. With her fingers crossed and her heals tightened, her flaws became emancipate, her worries had now become a burden. This was Sasha Monet reincarnate, a diva with no label.
Starting the day with a headache, this diva was in for a bad corporate workout. Her boss was not entirely the agreeing type, his chin gave the stare every single goul would definitely gaze at. His presence spoke terror before the night had its name. Before the clock struck its prime Tiara was still no where to be found. Worries emancipated, the room soggy, the vents had become more airy, dilemma filled the room. This was the employee of the year and she was still no where to be found. The day already gave a pigment worth the Mayhem's time. The silver lining begun turning pale and the only resort was the sixth amendment. The amendment that stipulates that an employee may get a free get-to card in an emergency which Tiara sort to find herself. The clock was ticking, the crows knew better than to stay mute. The elders were yet to make their decision and here she was bothering about Leasons.
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Resonance
Teen FictionThe hurdles were meant for the stars. Elipsa's grip held no bound on her. She was a corporate woman serving grats in the underworld. Her passive stare was light to the heathens. She was the best friend of Judith Sabalth. Glance was her power, that i...
