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My walls that were strong, steady and intact always crumbled to dust when this man was around and all it took was a kiss
“Understand that different moon phases will bring on different abilities,” I continued to read.
“Alright so now that we know what she’s capable of…where do we go from here and how do we keep her from the bullshit?” He asked. Draco simply smiled.
I’m Maggie Motha Nature Moon Harvesting, Wolf Eater, Queen of Dens GREY!
I was no longer being put out. Dr. Marvin T. Holmes did a soft launch of his return and slowly stepped back into a position of control.
“Naaaah,” I started with a shake of my head. “They’re up to something. All of that rah rah in the office that night was a front.”
“Instead…I’ve been inspired to start my own university.”
Francis Holmes University. School of Dark Arts and Defense.
The chills I felt just watching a row of black masked men get put together by other black men…like some passing of the torch type shit. It was beautiful to see and it felt dope to be a part of it. Quan raised his chin as Namir fixed his shirt before dusting his shoulders off.
Maggie…My girl Maggie shut that shit down.
“Tomorrow, you will be introduced to everyone as my official mate…”
“I am what happens when a wolf loves the moon!”
“When the service starts, I will have my men escort the women and children who are not affiliated or involved in any way, out of the church.”
“All of this needs to be blocked off. Nobody is allowed out or in once services start except for…” “Me,” I said with a nod.
“That was my sister’s work,” I replied softly, taking another pull on the cigarette. Maggie temporarily broke the veil that protected the Underground from above.
The fact that she moved the inside of the church from below to above spoke to her potential.
She is the only woman, person, living being on this earth that looked at me without fear at first sight and the only other person who is crazier than me.
I made sure to protect the most vulnerable part of her and treat her son as my own in exchange for a love I never thought I’d experience,
Her son is my son. I’m learning how to cook human recipes. My dick is big, and I’m affectionate.
“You in trow-bow…” Bryson said as he looked back at me. “Nooo, you get me in trouble every time.” I told him.
“The moon doesn’t feel good.” He mumbled sadly. “The sun is mad and the earth is scared. That’s why the birdy is sick…Bad things are going to happen…”
Is Bry an oracle
Professor Birdie Jones’s son had become the new oracle as a means to keep close to a God-like figure. Maggie.
