1st Premolar Novels & Stories

It appears Salamatu Salis had told Maryam something that could reveal his identity. Maryam was currently under the supervision of some of the best medical specialists in the country and she was guarded by highly armed personnel of the SSS. Maryam’s condition was now a matter of prayer and hope. She was the only witness who could probably identify the killer. She was the key to unlocking the real identity of The First One and bringing the case to an end. Muhammad knew that it was just a matter of time before The First One return to finish the job he started on Maryam and him. He needed to do some work out and get back in shape before his reunion with The First One.

“I haven’t chosen the Crown.” “Not yet,” said the smallest voice among them. Feminine. Not young. “Then leave.” They stayed. Of course they did. The center figure stepped forward, lifting one pale hand. A mirror shard hovered in their palm—nearly identical to the one Autumn had found. Except this one… was cracked. “You are not the first,” they said softly. “Only the first to survive the weight. We hoped to find someone who could hold the Mirror, become a vessel for our purpose—to secure the gate and restore balance where we failed.”

Slowly, I raised my gaze to meet his, and the world seemed to stop. His eyes-they were unlike anything I'd ever seen. A silvery grey so pale they were almost transparent, like molten moonlight trapped in glass. They gleamed with an intensity that made it impossible to look away, as if they could see straight through to my soul. His face was impossibly perfect, with sharp, chiseled features that seemed sculpted by the gods themselves. Strong cheekbones, a jawline so defined it could cut through stone, and lips set in a line that radiated authority. His raven-black hair was sleek and fell effortlessly around his face, adding to the angelic yet dangerous aura he exuded.

I replied her with an innocent smile while I held on to the withering tree that was by me, Alexia's face became unpleasant, she clenched her fingers into a fist as she glared at me, and I knew just why, Alexia is the older of the two of us, though we are twins, let me just say…she was the one that came out of mommy's tummy first, And she hated to be called big sis, especially in front of Melvin because it makes her seem old, but believe me, I really don't know how that makes sense, especially seeing as she is just sixteen and Melvin our most common love interest is eighteen,