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Hello everyone!
Before we start this journey, I’d like to say a few words about the book.
First of all, I want to thank you for giving my book a try, and I hope you will enjoy it.
I haven’t uploaded a story in a reading app before, and at the same time, this is my first attempt to write in English. Since I am not a native English speaker, please forgive any mistakes you’ll find in the book. Plus, the book is ongoing and not edited yet. I promise I will try my best to give you a pleasant reading experience.
I am aware of the rules that books with supernatural creatures have. In this book, I will try to explore my imagination, create my fictional world, and set my own rules. I hope you will understand this and respect my choices.
Lastly, I am open to any criticism or suggestion or correction you’d like to share with me. Please, always, remember to be courteous, even if you have something not good to say.
*** Some chapters contain mature scenes and content explicit for adults. These said chapters will have an 18+ indication at the tittle. If you feel uncomfortable, please do not read them; I'll modify the story so you can continue reading without any problems.
(Updates will be up every Tuesday, Thursday, and sometimes an extra update on Sundays)
(The cover was made with the site: https://www.postermywall.com/)
Klailia
“Mom, I need your help!” I sighed and plopped on the sofa next to her.It was a lovely afternoon; my mom didn’t work, and I had one more assignment for school to complete. Then we’d be free to do whatever we like. I guess that was a wishful thought because, in the end, this assignment proved to be more difficult than I expected.“What is it, angel?” my mom asked and looked curiously on the papers into my hands.“Our teacher told
“Ophelia, come down here, angel,” my mom yelled for yet another time.“I'm coming,” I shouted back.I put down my paintbrush, and before I exited my room, I glanced once more at the canvas I had in front of me. My inspiration once again was one of my dreams; this time I was painting a woman's jewelry box placed on her vanity. Diamond rings, necklaces with pearls, and br
I look at the three men in front of me clueless. They seem in pain, but I didn't even touch them. How is this possible? Am I the cause of their struggle?I have to act quickly. That's my only chance to run away from them. And I do exactly that, I turn my back to them and start running.“You aren't going anywhere, little girl,” I heard one of the men shouting.I stopped dead in my tracks and turned back to look at them. The men were slowly getting back to thei
Hello everyone!Before we start this journey, I’d like to say a few words about the book.First of all, I want to thank you for giving my book a try, and I hope you will enjoy it.I hav