Chp 2: Currently UntitledJust before the breaking of dawn Eden and Adar headed home seventeen deaths, always after seventeen deaths. The Eighteenth soul was Lucifer’s not that he personally guided the soul anywhere Eden was the only one who knew how to do that but, Adar and Lucifer still weren’t talking even after all this time. Her shoulders tightened at the thought of eighteen. One of the base numbers, a combination of three sixes made eighteen, so of the most part the majority of angels had hard times working with any number derived from eighteen.Chp 2: Currently Untitled
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Chp 1: Regretted Wishes1:57 a.m.Chp 1: Regretted Wishes
Marc Lemoore stumbled into his small apartment just off one of New York’s many back streets. He rubbed his eyes hoping today’s work related stress would fade. He lazily kicked aside his dirty clothes from today as he took off his outfit except the soft under shirt and navy blue boxers. He fell with a soft groan into his bed and sighed. A large gray cat jumped on the bed and settled beside him.
As he stroked the soft hair staring into her toffee colored eyes. “Lady, I don’t want to go to work tomorrow, I wish there was a way tomorrow would never come you know?”
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