It was a stormy night, when I was born. Lightning flashed across the night sky, thunder boomed. The roaring rain almost covered the crying sound of a baby, the sound of me. Servants rushed all around my mother and father, telling them we had to get to the storm shelter. Then the ear-splitting whooshing and crashing came.
My mother, having just given birth to me and to weak to walk, screamed at my father to get me to the storm shelter. My father loving his wife promised to come back for her as soon as i was safe. That promise was never fulfilled. As soon as we got to the storm shelter, the tornado came, and went straight to the house, where a faithful wife sat waiting for her beloved husband.
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The Crimson Bride
FantasyThis is a fiction book about a girl who is hated by her father and is sent away for 15 years of her life. This Story is dedicated to my friend Dezy who has finally found a home after 6 years of foster care. Love you girl. Dont let the world bring yo...
