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Fallen Angels

Fallen Angels

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación jue, ago 22, 2019
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Living among the others aren't as comfortable or as nice as some make it seems. To Dakota, she's struggling to hide her powers which she has barely learnt to control from her friends and brother. But yet, she is in need for desperate help and the only person she can turn to, the man she murdered in cold blood with just a flick of her wrist.
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Friendship doesn't change when your bestie becomes a fire-wielding champion, but a lot of other stuff does. Like having to put 'kidnapped by idiots with powers' on your weekly schedule. And enduring said idiots' cliché monologues while inwardly roasting their interior decorating skills. Hey, I'm Mira. That's right, Miracle Simmons. BFF to America's favorite superhero celeb; Firebird. (Bu-bye, Chris Evens, your reign is over.) You've probably heard of her, but not of me. That's okay! I'm her bestie! It's my job to make sure she doesn't burn herself out fighting morons, keep her focused in her actual real life, and try to show her that she doesn't have to pick every fight. Uh-huh, I have it way worse than her. Anyway, if you're reading this, you are most likely a newbie superhero bestie. Or a salty television producer. Or my mom. (Hi, Mom.) Whoever you are; buckle up, and enjoy my tale of supervillains who aren't villains-or super, superheroes who don't want to work anymore, and the rotten media that started it all. And me. The wanna-be normal engineering student who God decided had to be kidnapped to get a date.

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