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Exscidium by Emelina Whitney (reading well TXT) πŸ“• - American Library Books πŸ“š Read (28910) Books Online Free

Two years ago I never thought it would all end. I never pictured me being one of them to end it. To be thrust into fame. For two years me and two of my friends were top of the world, and then for some reason to be blamed for something we never did. But in reality we may be the only ones to stop it. Again.

The Journey to the Other Side by Anna Garcia (little red riding hood read aloud TXT) πŸ“• - American Library Books πŸ“š Read (28910) Books Online Free

My long black hair flowed down my back to my hips. I had on a pair of khaki shorts that were cut mid-thigh. They were worn out, and charred from the heat. I wore a small black shirt that barely fit, and had many small holes, from years of wearing. My gloves, missing the fingers were black, along with my combat boots. I had two leather straps that formed a huge β€œx” on my shoulder, chest, and stomach, on the back was a long sleek sword, encrusted with jewels. I must have been a sight to see to

Exscidium by Emelina Whitney (reading well TXT) πŸ“• - American Library Books πŸ“š Read (28910) Books Online Free

Two years ago I never thought it would all end. I never pictured me being one of them to end it. To be thrust into fame. For two years me and two of my friends were top of the world, and then for some reason to be blamed for something we never did. But in reality we may be the only ones to stop it. Again.

The Journey to the Other Side by Anna Garcia (little red riding hood read aloud TXT) πŸ“• - American Library Books πŸ“š Read (28910) Books Online Free

My long black hair flowed down my back to my hips. I had on a pair of khaki shorts that were cut mid-thigh. They were worn out, and charred from the heat. I wore a small black shirt that barely fit, and had many small holes, from years of wearing. My gloves, missing the fingers were black, along with my combat boots. I had two leather straps that formed a huge β€œx” on my shoulder, chest, and stomach, on the back was a long sleek sword, encrusted with jewels. I must have been a sight to see to