Two Worlds
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  • Reads 564
  • Votes 11
  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 17m
Ongoing, First published Aug 02, 2016
CLICK!! CLICK!!

I hear the sound of the paparazzi and annoying reporters and gossipers calling my name. "We heard that you were abducted of extraterrestrial beings!! was it true?!" one of the reporters who managed to get close to me asked. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to answer due to the fact that I'm still recovering from a very traumatic experience.

Thank God that my brother scolded him and scooted me to safely. "Two worlds, huh??" I thought as the image of my best friends came into my mind. I laughed at how ignorant these mortals are and how they judge people without knowing them. But yet again, I am a mortal myself.

I looked at the beautifully carved pendant of my necklace around my neck. I smiled gracefully as memories of him came flashing through my memories...

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My name is Jessica Marquise Theodore and this is my story...

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Two worlds is a story of two people who fell in love with each other yet can never be together...

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