Super Christmas

Super Christmas

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WpMetadataReadDokončeno úte, zář 19, 2023<5 mins
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[Completed] Get ready to be enchanted by this delightful and festive short story, the sequel to Wondrous Wedding. While it can be enjoyed as a standalone read, it's even more magical when accompanied by its predecessor. Join our beloved group as they unlock new powers and master their existing ones, embarking on a thrilling training journey in preparation for the impending apocalypse. Brace yourself for a heartwarming tale filled with wonder and adventure! Note: This contains a link to the entire story.
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Enver Williams is leading on a normal life but that is all ripped away from her when she is taken from her home town. When Enver comes to realize that there are others like her in more ways than one, she is determined to free herself and her newfound friends from the physiological torment of her closely supervised enclosure. ••• "Do I make you nervous, Enver?" Another idiotic question. "Wouldn't the man who kidnapped you and threatened to kill you make you nervous?" I snap at him. He only smiles an odd, crooked grin. I can make that disappear. "Wouldn't a murder make you nervous?" Now it's my turn to pull the strings. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes. "How many times do I have to say it?" He pauses, I guess hoping for some sort of mercy in my eyes, "I didn't kill her." "Liar!" I shout. "Why won't you believe me?!" "Would you believe yourself?" "It wasn't me who shot her," he sits on a stool, resting his elbows on his knees. "Then how do you know she was shot?" "I saw it. I saw him kill her," his voice was riddled with such pure vulnerability and pain it begged me to believe him. "Who?" I try to sound sympathetic, but it comes out as scared. Maybe, subconsciously, I am scared.

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