The most mesmerizing sight she saw, it was Miranda. She glided through the clearing amongst the corals effortlessly, bathing in the pure moonlight. But unlike her mother, she had scarlet scales that gleamed like crystals, her red hair obediently trailing behind her.
It suddenly struck Julia, how were they talking? She looked at her mother, "Look sweet heart, its alright, you're doing so well." she heard her. Julia didn't understand what Cynthia meant until she looked, down. There was golden tail where her legs were, and it was beating rhythmically, like it had a mind of its own. "What is this Randy! My feet!" Julia was freaking out.
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WET
Truyện NgắnCuriosity can be a cruel thing. Wet, is the story of any one who has ever been told to do something. Anything. Julia and Miranda were given one rule and with good reason. It is also the story of every parent who tries to shelter their child, Cynthia...
