Novel & Cerita Five Nights At Freddy Joy Of Creation

I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen. Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be? Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me. I opened my phone, reading the text. "You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"

It's too short yet so long, however, it's a way and we will always be by-passers with the same destined end: Death. I was born happy and loved, grow up in warmth, tenderness, and love in my parents' arms. I lacked nothing, all I kept hearing was "Princess and sweetheart" at the end of every sentence embraced with a soft voice. I laughed, I danced, I prayed and cried with them. No matter how many times I fell, I was pretty sure I had arms underneath to catch me.