"You can't tell anyone. It was a mistake." Her voice was stern but still wrung with anxiety. "She's my baby, he won't have this one."
The nurse nodded, cheeks flushed and eyes wild. How could the woman before her, with an iridescent glow and long golden locks, bare such a child?
"It's clearly a mistake. We saw it wrong. So stop gawking at my child! She's with me. Only me." The lady's voice once bellowing begun to mumble to herself.
If anyone were to find out, her husband would be appaled. Unforgiving!
"Let me see her." The nurse picked up the rose flushed baby, who curled up from the exposure to the biting cool air, and placed her in the outstretched arms of her mother.
Her fingers wrapped around the mother's finger like a snake squeezing the life out of their prey.
"I love you so much already. You're one special kid." Checking the back of her child's neck, a crease trailed between the woman's brows and her lips fell open before muttering in dismay:
"Pro di immortales!"
A tall man with onyx tresses stalks into the room, dark eyes intense and cold, as he demands chillingly, "what do you mean 'by the immortal Gods'?"
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Paranormal"Now I know why you'd like this movie. There's a character that represents your type." "What do you mean my type?" He asks as his brows knit together, and he lolls his head to the side to look at me. "Typical bad boy: with a leather jacket which is...
