Shaniqua Hill

The world is full of corruption, tragedy, and disaster. Rape, murder, embezzlement, human trafficking. You name it. There is nothing humans won’t do for money, power or self-gratification. More than that it always seems that the downtrodden and the good-natured always suffer the most. The cherry on top? All this suffering is supposed to be rewarded in heaven when you die…if you make it there that is. Sounds ridiculous, right? Don’t worry you aren’t alone. My name is Jasmine Peters and I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired as the world around me crumbles while Sky Daddy watches from his ivory tower. I was cursed with the ability to read minds and now I’m owning this curse on my own terms and saving whoever I can with it. If God won’t help us… I will.Gabriel: I’ll never understand The Almighty’s infatuation with these creatures. Humans demand so much, but yet they give so little and whatever they are given they destroy. The audacity of this human especially leaves me particularly annoyed. She dares to defy divinity and scoffs in the face of The Almighty when it was divinity that has gifted her with the ability to do so in the first place. Only a creature as lost as a human would be given a gift and label it a curse. Nonetheless, as the hand of The Almighty, I will do as I am asked by tending the flock and heard this lost sheep back to pasture. As troublesome as she may be, I fear there is something much more sinister at play and she appears to be at the epicenter of this chaos.

The Fallen Angel Book 1

<p>Later that night after the silence from everyone, a police ride home later, Jasmine locked herself in her room, eyes burning from the tears and heartbroken from the failure. Gabriel placed his hand on the door, wanting to open it, wanting to let her know it will be okay, but even in his confident arrogance there was no doubt Jasmine was on the verge of breaking down. Her faith was already shattered, but now for sure it was eternally broken. </p>

<p>Jasmine sat on her bed knees up in the silence staring blankly at the wall, drinking tequila straight out the bottle. Replay of her falling down the stairs and seeing Chelsea’s spirit lead her to her own battered and bruised body, seeing her face, knowing she failed. In her mind Chelsea was blaming her, walking zombielike towards her, hands out pointing at her. It was only in her head, but Jasmine covered her eyes by hiding her forehead in her knees rocking back and forth.</p>

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