Falling Kingdoms

Falling Kingdoms

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"You talk funny you know that?" "I don't talk funny you just don't understand my lingo little girl." A dimple the size of my pinky finger winked from his cheek. His infamous smirk proudly out, completely unbothered by the knife at his throat. "I'm not a little girl!" My jaw strained from how hard I grit my teeth. I was positive the vein on my forehead was about to burst. I lost focus, I let my emotions get the best of me and he didn't hesitate to use them against me. His next move was almost a blur, next I knew I was pushed against the wall. "You know it's funny, you act like you so much more than everyone else. Yet I bet no one knows the real you. You know the killer you try to bury-" "I'm nothing like you." I spit out, my jaw now aching from all the pressure put on it. "Babygirl, I never said you were, all I'm saying Is I bet none of your people know about your lil side missions." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hmm, the beautiful black women in all her emotional glory. So beautiful yet so lethal if not properly handled." cover done by: @nerdybookperson Editing is in progress major differences will be made. (book 1) #22 in #talkthepoc #32 in myth #30 in fae #48 in urban fantasy #98 in warlock #96 in fairy #112 in diversity
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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