Not what every girl wants to hear on her 18th birthday, but I accepted my fate long ago. I was born with black wings, earning me a permanent jail sentence from day one.
A Noir Angel for life.
That’s fine.
I’ll own this prison just like I did back home.
Even if it’s ruled by two hot kings.
This reformatory isn’t all-girls; it’s co-ed. Which means I’m outnumbered ten-to-one by brutes with more brawn than brain. Not a problem. I thrive on aggression and this place is riddled with it. A nightmare wrapped up in an ebony cloak.
Well, bring it on, boys.
Just try and claim me.
Never thought of angels as being “paranormal”. Black wings as a sign of having “fallen” is different. This one is definitely interesting and enjoyable. I’m looking forward to reading more.
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