Nylah, an Aquarius born on the day of love yet her life has been anything but that. Her parents were killed in front of her at the age of 12. She was then tossed from home to home never securing a stable one. On her eighteenth birthday, she found herself in NYC where she created a simple life for herself. A life that was already hard was met with more trial and error.
One thing she had was smarts. All she needed was a chance and that’s what she got. After successfully securing the spot as an assistant to one of New York's elites she thought things at twenty three were finally looking up. Wrong!
She stumbles into some foul play her boss was involved in which results in the mob wanting her head and although she ran her fate was inevitable. One last attempt to catch the girl who saw too much and they succeeded.
A single shot to the heart and her lifeless body was placed in an abandoned chemical factory somewhere in upstate New York. This wasn’t her end, but a new beginning. Within the walls of that factory something evil was created.
Now here she stands in her villainous glory getting back all whose wronged her….the killings were making headlines. She leaves her victims lying face down with only the marking of red lipstick on their foreheads. One perfectly placed red cupids bow kiss as her last deed of death. Now with the strength of a combat team, the ability to give off illusions and a poisonous mist to infect your bloodstream immediately she was a breathing bomb of villainous explosion with a hunger for revenge. And with this new found power no one was prepared for Cupids Bow and her thirst to kill.
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Simone Marie
Always loved reading and writing. This is my push to show everyone the many stories I have brewing in me! Here’s to storytelling!
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