Fallen Angel, Autumn Eve Poore [easy books to read .txt] 📗

kind of weird shoes on. My arms cover in thin, black, see through sleeves. It was embroidered with great detail, plus my hair pulled back except for my bangs, which I struggled to keep them out of my eyes. I heard the heavy beat of wings and looked toward the sky. “Is that a huge bird?” I wondered out loud to myself. As the bird looking ting got closer, I realized that it was no bird; but a man with beautiful wings. Then something hit me. The wings were black... black with a red tip.

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Publication Date: 01-17-2012

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