The Belle Bride
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Complete, First published Sep 05, 2024
Mature
Who could forget the day the mysterious monster named Cell burst into the studio and announced his decision to host a tournament? Everyone was shaken with fear in his presence. A black haired woman wore a light blue shirt underneath a grey formal jacket with a grey skirt and black flats. Her hair had been brushed while she wore her dark purple reading glasses. Why purple? Because it was her favorite. She had just started this new job when this Cell character interrupted the daily news and killed her boss in front of everyone. She analyzed the creature from head to toe. The android's pink eyes circled around the studio until it fell upon her azure blue orbs. The two held contact for a rather long minute. Everyone he ever approached showed multiple signs of fear and panic. But this woman did not. Her eyes showed curiosity and interest. Cell analyzed the woman, noting the silver name tag printed in black cursive letters. Charlotte.
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