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"Years ago, I found out someone's secret. __ Eighteen-year-old Griffin stepped into a room, his eyes scanning the whole place in search of something. A file settled on the couch caught his attention. Taking it, he stared at it for a while. "Maybe this asshole is going to have Diego's secret." His eyes flickered with excitement as he drew out the file. His smile dropped, seeing the content. "Sickle cell anemia?" he mused, but then the door opened, revealing young Jameson.

************* Griffin/Memphis Parker = Human - Angel - Abandoned - Mother Human, Father a Fallen Angel Griffin is Three hundred years old half Angel, but he looks twenty and was found as a baby left on the doorstep of the local church, he was taken in by a loving couple who raised him to know the difference between right and wrong, but as he got older, his birthright started to show itself and made it dangerous to anyone who knew him, he tries to hide it but as others learn of his existence and whereabouts; they look to capture or kill him. *********** Savannah Braxton = Witch - Raised by her Mothers Cover

Looking for any information about me they could find, but outside this pack, I was a ghost. I’d moved my stuff into Jordan’s room, not wanting to be alone of a night-time. He stopped my mind from racing whenever he was next to me, it was like a warm blanket calming me and keeping me safe until he left again. I sat on his bed flicking through the pictures from the folder for the hundredth time. Allowing my mind to wander. I stare at one picture of a couple I assume to be August and Grace. Grace is heavily pregnant, beaming as she cradles her belly lovingly. August looking at her with love in his chocolate brown eyes, holding one hand against her growing belly. They look happy. I find similari

That was Anshuman’s voice. I gulped as I hid behind the sack of clothes and moved toward the private room. A few murmurs were heard, I suppose Neil and Krish were there with him, in all this! What I saw next did not allow me to breathe, I saw him, I saw my Ansh pointing a gun at someone. “You deserve to die,” I gasped.