A wary feeling of trepidation gushed over her senses as she became aware of the unprecedented attention. It was as though two scorching lazer beams were tagged to her soul, tracking her every move.
A cold shudder runs through her and without haste picking up her discarded bicycle along with the remaining newspapers to be delivered in her sac, she rushes along the pathway eager to dismiss the unsettling feeling.
Luna turns to take one last look at the broad estate before moving on with her journey, failing to identify the piercing and unwavering gaze of a certain individual from one of the many glass windows of the mansion.
*This story will be in the 3rd person perspective and also mainly in the perspective of Luna.
*Constructive criticism accepted, offensive criticism prohibited.
Hello lovely people ;
So I previously had two published stories on this platform which I unpublished cause they had been discontinued for a while now. So I decided to come up with a new story (and genre). Please let me know your thoughts on the prologue.
-Vicky :)
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His Unwavering Gaze
ChickLitIn her 21 years on earth, Luna Roberts , has witnessed a great heap of hardships, living a rough and rugged lifestyle to make ends meet. Her life working on the streets be it delivering newspapers to predominantly male jobs she could temporarily man...
