Downtown

Downtown

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❝ Will you save the world or go to work? ❞ ❝ It's the same thing to me. ❞ In a hidden continent where villains exist, crimes happen as often as it rains, but with superheroes to stop them before they get what they want, life couldn't get easier for the normal people. In the midst of these places lies Falienn City, also known as the biggest flyover city in all Heromaica. Everyone is good and everything is in order. Villains don't ever go there so there's no need for superheroes to save the people. Life can't be more normal, and boring. Aleena, who's tired of seeing superheroes only fly over their area thinks that it's time to change that cycle and does something that she never thought would be so big it'd call the attention of one of the biggest and baddest viallins of all. And perhaps even the attention of their company's CEO, Cleo Porter. [a creative writing workshop project]
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Being the daughter of the infamous Villainess isn't as hard as it seems-especially when your mother is the epitome of grace, elegance, and an unshakable coldness. "Father! Mom! Let's all sleep together!" Like any child, I tried to mend the cracks between my parents for a happy ending. However, life doesn't go as expected. _________________________ Leaning against the cold stone of a pillar, I can't bring myself to meet Theo's piercing gaze. "Irene," he whispered, his grip tightening on my shoulders, his voice yearning. Maybe, he was drunk. "Don't you dare think to leave me." ________________________________

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