London, 12:34 P.M:
Lilith stared at the busy streets in frustration. "Come on!" She whispered harshly, waving at an upcoming taxi.
The taxi whizzed right past her.
Much beyond annoyed, she dailed a number on her phone and waited for the booming voice of her assistant to crackle through.
"Hello, Lady Li--"
"Marge? I need a method of transportation now!"
"Yes, Lady Lilith."
Lilith rolled her eyes. "Don't call me that."
Before Marge could reply, she hung up.
A/N: Okay, so I kind of have no whatsoever idea on how to write a short story, so cut me some slack! This story will probably have a bunch of updates, so I hope you likey!
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Short Story❝No one told her that she was the type of beautiful, that changed the w o r l d.❞ From number one, to nothing. #freeyourbody
