Chapter One.
I lay sleeping in my room, a slight furrow upon my brow even in sleep. Quiet was a foreign concept I could no longer remember. There was always noise. Painful, relentless noise which threatened to destroy what remained of my sanity. Isolation helped, but there is only so much that can be done for someone who can hear the thoughts and emotions of those around them. I am considered a dangerous creature beyond the control of the Golden Order, when in fact their only real conflict with me is that I refuse to join the GOAA. This is otherwise known to the public as the ‘Golden Order Angels Army’. I would never allow them to control me again. I suppose that didn’t really work out too well - I never realised that by escaping the government, I would be giving up one life of captivity for another.
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The Truth About Angels
ParanormalAngels are not heavenly messengers. They are not pretty beings with wings and forgiveness in their hearts. They were once humans; a select few who escaped death and now bear the scars of that encounter. Future generations will never know the truth o...
