Vow of Honor

Vow of Honor

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Sep 4, 2020
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This story begins in the year 1986. Aurora-Mae Jenkins and Michael Jackson met unexpectedly. The two interfaced into an unimaginable and unforgettable portal of star-crossed love. Although, through their separate levels of life, Aurora-Mae and Michael learn to never break their chain, no matter the circumstances and obstacles they face. In order to meet that certain praise of strength, they both agreed to establish a faithful vow. This particular vow illustrates the promises to always never leave each other's side, physically or spiritually. However, not all love stories begins and ends in a smooth road. Along the way in their journey, they face the heartaches, endeavors of pain or sorrow, lies, and tragedies. Now there's one question that stands: did their chain break? Or is the vow nonexistent?
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(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved

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