In Search For Light

In Search For Light

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Charliara Gondez was a quiet and a very conserved girl. People would often find her weird and creepy not only because she was a silent wall flower when she's around school or out of the campus, its because of the rumors of her being able to see things which are out of the ordinary Because of this she was an outcast of society. She didn't deny it though the fact that they're quite true, and she hate herself for having such an ability. Some even called it cursed. But she had no choice but to live with it, until one fateful day she unexpectedly crossed paths with a ghostly figure of a young man. Days after, he revealed the truth of his character and it shook her to the core. Not only that. He also offered her to work with him and make use of her abilities Since then her seemingly peaceful life has never been so dangerous, scary, yet so exciting. Parleying with spirits, solving mysterious cases, and exploring dimensions beyond human comprehension Stay tuned as she joins forces with Dark Villafuerte in their journey to seek justice for the dead, witness paranormal events, and unravel secrets that were long buried in history
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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