Daughter Of Phoenix
Even after breaking contact I still felt him burning daggers into the side of my cheek.
Swaying her way over, the second girl, her skin resembled that of an eclipsed sun, close to mine but not quite, but still exceedingly beautiful, everything drew me to her, her glistening skin, her broad nose perfect for her face, her warm eyes and bouncy hair. The black boots contrasting with her white skin-tight top and ripped jeans. She was a beauty.
Tugging me into a strong hug, pulling back she looked over to Isaiah, "So this is the savior of the world then? Well, they've made a good choice." But what did she mean, savior of the world? Was it the Nations code for something?
Hot Chapters