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Continúa, Has publicado nov 16, 2018
"At some point i convinced myself i was an Angel but the missing Halo and the visit from God that never came quickly shut this theory down. So really "alien bird" was good enough for the time being."


Being a freak has never been easy. Infact, being a freak has got to be far harder than being normal.


Reign Summers ,however, had to master the art from the age of 6 when her "ornament like" wings first appeared. 

Despite there being 14 continents , Reign still struggles to find her place in the world or at least "a little freedom" to figure herself out. 

But what will happen when Reign discovers an entire continent filled with "special" individuals like her? Will they accept her or feel she is just too "extra freak" to trust? And what will happen when the development of a new continent goes terribly wrong and something dangerous is released into the world? 

Maybe the freaks aren't freaks at all but the only ones strong enough to save what's left of humanity...the same humanity that rejected them... 

''''i don't know about you but i sure wouldnt do it''''

Hopefully the freaks in this story aren't anything like me and if they are... well then.....sorry humanity
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The city didn't just sleep; it seemed to hold its breath whenever he walked into a room. He was a man who had curated his life into a perfect gallery of successes: untouchable assets, fleeting connections, and the intoxicating freedom of answering to no one. Tonight, standing thirty floors above the glittering sprawl, he felt invincible. He was the master of his own untethered world, convinced that every risk he took was calculated, every outcome managed. He didn't know that thousands of miles away, a different kind of calculation had finished. It wasn't measured in currency, but in years lost and secrets kept. He didn't hear the storm approaching. It sat quietly in a sterile airport terminal, clutching a one-way ticket toward a stranger, carrying nothing but a backpack and a pair of eyes that mirrored his own. The king was about to be dethroned. And he wouldn't even see it coming.