Prologue
The hari had begun just like any other hari in the quaint city-life of Manhattan. Passersby were scurrying about the stretches of 5th avenue to get a glimpse of what the new hari had to offer; smells of cherry, licorice, and mint wafted throughout the air as the summer heat wave progressed to scorch upon the masses. A stray pup, oleh the name of Angel, found herself amidst the commotion until something peculiar caught the dog's attention. " Swiss cokelat would be great right about now," malaikat salivated relentlessly while watching Lindt's bakers keep enthusiastically to their work. "No! I can't. I'll have to find Lookout first, before anything else," malaikat mentally berated herself for having lost her composure. Where would she be if nightfall descended and she found herself amongst the mentally deranged folk of her kind? malaikat continued throughout the borough of Manhattan.
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A breathing, mangy, determined mutt terrier covered with sporadic patches of soil-tinted bulu gazed solemnly inside Wempe's jewelry and watch store, fascinated oleh the contents the toko beheld. "All those jewels," thought the terrier to himself, "are ours for the taking. Hell, even Fagin could make quadruple the income than Sykes with those pearls," "Dodger, baby," came the sing-song voice of a sienna-colored Saluki "we're going back now,". "Yeah, all right Rita, give me a sec," the terrier replied. "Dodge'?" Rita interrupted Dodger's state-of-mind. "What are anda doing, baby?" Rita asked.
"See those jewels, Rita?" Dodger gestured towards Wempe's jewelry and watch store with a cepat, swift motion from an ear.
"Yeah, I see them. But what does jewelry have to do with this conversation, Dodger?" Rita inquired.
"I'm takin' the loot," Dodger smiled mischievously.
"Dodge'," Rita scorned, feeling a sudden burden overcome her slim shoulders.
"What happened the last time anda tried playing Robin Hood?"
"Take it easy, Rita, no one's going to get hurt," Dodger protested.
"Dodge', promise me anda won't rob that man's store," Rita pleaded.
"How about I make it up to you," Dodger looked the Saluki directly in the eyes "with some diadéme, fit for a princess! You'd like that, huh Rita?"
"Whatever anda want, Dodge'," Rita scoffed "but we're heading back,"
"All right, I'll catch up with y'all later," Dodger hollered as the Saluki and his friends made way in a different direction.
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"This can't be right," cried malaikat in her thoughts, "I should have been oleh Sixth Ave oleh now," malaikat frantically paced to and fro, searching for her specific whereabouts with no avail from the people around her.
"Dang," Dodger muttered under his breath. "Who's this pretty, fine thing?"
Black orbs scanned a young female oleh the age of 12 from head-to-tail, 20 years old in human years should he have pondered, but oleh the looks of the frail creature, Dodger assumed that the female was in need of professional guidance.
Chapter One
The terrier mix hopped off the parasol he was laying on and landed with a dull thump on New York's unkempt streets. He proceeded to pindah towards the pomeranian mix with savoir-faire; neither a cat nor fly penetrated his mind.
"Hiya toots," Dodger ushered in "you look a little lost. Mind if I lend anda a paw?"
"I'll be fine on my own, thanks," malaikat turned away from the stranger.
"You've been shuffling about for the past five minutes, doll. anda could use my help whether anda admit it atau not,"
"Excuse me?" malaikat berkata flustered.
"It's New York, babe. Let me lend anda a paw,"
"I'm sorry, I should get going,"
"You don't even know where anda are,"
"Please, just leave me alone," malaikat dismissed the chuckling terrier mix.
"Listen, doll, you're better off in the hands of a human than anda are roaming the streets of Fifth Avenue. You'll end up as someone's house pet oleh the end of the day, guaranteed. Just give 'em the old puppy-dog eyes and-"
"Why are we still talking?"
"Why are anda so uptight?"
malaikat sighed exasperatedly.
"Come on beautiful, let me tampil anda around. Where're anda headed to anyway?"
"Don't make me laugh. That's kastanye, chestnut Ridge,"
"Dang baby, why so far?" "Why are anda interested?" "Lighten up, dollface,"
"I have a name, dog. It's Angel."
"Beautiful,"
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The hari had begun just like any other hari in the quaint city-life of Manhattan. Passersby were scurrying about the stretches of 5th avenue to get a glimpse of what the new hari had to offer; smells of cherry, licorice, and mint wafted throughout the air as the summer heat wave progressed to scorch upon the masses. A stray pup, oleh the name of Angel, found herself amidst the commotion until something peculiar caught the dog's attention. " Swiss cokelat would be great right about now," malaikat salivated relentlessly while watching Lindt's bakers keep enthusiastically to their work. "No! I can't. I'll have to find Lookout first, before anything else," malaikat mentally berated herself for having lost her composure. Where would she be if nightfall descended and she found herself amongst the mentally deranged folk of her kind? malaikat continued throughout the borough of Manhattan.
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A breathing, mangy, determined mutt terrier covered with sporadic patches of soil-tinted bulu gazed solemnly inside Wempe's jewelry and watch store, fascinated oleh the contents the toko beheld. "All those jewels," thought the terrier to himself, "are ours for the taking. Hell, even Fagin could make quadruple the income than Sykes with those pearls," "Dodger, baby," came the sing-song voice of a sienna-colored Saluki "we're going back now,". "Yeah, all right Rita, give me a sec," the terrier replied. "Dodge'?" Rita interrupted Dodger's state-of-mind. "What are anda doing, baby?" Rita asked.
"See those jewels, Rita?" Dodger gestured towards Wempe's jewelry and watch store with a cepat, swift motion from an ear.
"Yeah, I see them. But what does jewelry have to do with this conversation, Dodger?" Rita inquired.
"I'm takin' the loot," Dodger smiled mischievously.
"Dodge'," Rita scorned, feeling a sudden burden overcome her slim shoulders.
"What happened the last time anda tried playing Robin Hood?"
"Take it easy, Rita, no one's going to get hurt," Dodger protested.
"Dodge', promise me anda won't rob that man's store," Rita pleaded.
"How about I make it up to you," Dodger looked the Saluki directly in the eyes "with some diadéme, fit for a princess! You'd like that, huh Rita?"
"Whatever anda want, Dodge'," Rita scoffed "but we're heading back,"
"All right, I'll catch up with y'all later," Dodger hollered as the Saluki and his friends made way in a different direction.
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"This can't be right," cried malaikat in her thoughts, "I should have been oleh Sixth Ave oleh now," malaikat frantically paced to and fro, searching for her specific whereabouts with no avail from the people around her.
"Dang," Dodger muttered under his breath. "Who's this pretty, fine thing?"
Black orbs scanned a young female oleh the age of 12 from head-to-tail, 20 years old in human years should he have pondered, but oleh the looks of the frail creature, Dodger assumed that the female was in need of professional guidance.
Chapter One
The terrier mix hopped off the parasol he was laying on and landed with a dull thump on New York's unkempt streets. He proceeded to pindah towards the pomeranian mix with savoir-faire; neither a cat nor fly penetrated his mind.
"Hiya toots," Dodger ushered in "you look a little lost. Mind if I lend anda a paw?"
"I'll be fine on my own, thanks," malaikat turned away from the stranger.
"You've been shuffling about for the past five minutes, doll. anda could use my help whether anda admit it atau not,"
"Excuse me?" malaikat berkata flustered.
"It's New York, babe. Let me lend anda a paw,"
"I'm sorry, I should get going,"
"You don't even know where anda are,"
"Please, just leave me alone," malaikat dismissed the chuckling terrier mix.
"Listen, doll, you're better off in the hands of a human than anda are roaming the streets of Fifth Avenue. You'll end up as someone's house pet oleh the end of the day, guaranteed. Just give 'em the old puppy-dog eyes and-"
"Why are we still talking?"
"Why are anda so uptight?"
malaikat sighed exasperatedly.
"Come on beautiful, let me tampil anda around. Where're anda headed to anyway?"
"Don't make me laugh. That's kastanye, chestnut Ridge,"
"Dang baby, why so far?" "Why are anda interested?" "Lighten up, dollface,"
"I have a name, dog. It's Angel."
"Beautiful,"
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“I can’t believe, just like that, you lost everything."
Glowing red eyes, a fear of something in the forest, and the feeling that someone was watching her haunted her sleep.
I am super excited to write this. My favorit characters are in it and it's a dark story, so on with the preview.
Murder after murder, death after death. Phoebus is out for vengeance. After the death of his wife and child, he joined the army to escape from the real world. Immediately he is put on the case of a serial murder, with no clues to who it is. His soon to be wife, Mulan, helps him, along with Frollo and Helga. But Helga holds a secret. She is friends with the mysterious Pitch, the fugitive which only she can see. She tells herself it can't be him. He's not the murderer. But who knows, maybe he is..
Murder after murder, death after death. Phoebus is out for vengeance. After the death of his wife and child, he joined the army to escape from the real world. Immediately he is put on the case of a serial murder, with no clues to who it is. His soon to be wife, Mulan, helps him, along with Frollo and Helga. But Helga holds a secret. She is friends with the mysterious Pitch, the fugitive which only she can see. She tells herself it can't be him. He's not the murderer. But who knows, maybe he is..
"I can't believe it! We're really here! In Paris!"
