CHAPTER ONE

 

 

              PILOTE

Christmas was almost closed. It was December seventeenth and eight more days till Christmas. Mvuela couldn't believe such a thing would happen on such late-night, and Christmas eight miles away. Well, this mistreatment occurred to him. Mvuela. Take your bastard child. Or your daughter and to get out of here!" Queen roared. "My queen. You can't really be serious. Me out of here in the middle of the night? Remember I am in so much love with your daughter-." I sobbed.  "Reuben!" Naomi called. "Your Majesty?" Reuben answered.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.05.2022

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