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Continúa, Has publicado mar 24, 2017
They were all experiments to bend the laws of nature. They were seven: Emma, Michael, Thomas, Annie, Jackson, Henry and Jane. 
They were all Super - Humans. 

His blue eyes met Emma's green ones. Resting his hands on both sides of her faces. 
" Who are you? "was the first time he has spoken to me since last week Friday and today was Thursday. 
Taking a step forward Emma responded. 
" I am the person that give you nightmares. I have the ability to bring back the dead. I am the devil's child. " 
With that said Emma left. 



*This is not a cliche book, so if that's what you want, I advise you to move on.
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