Feastyle - A Novel by Latif Mercado

"Oh my God!" Gasped the woman when she spotted the infamous Storm pendant dangling just above Layla's cleavage. Layla turned to the woman, inviting her in for a closer look, which she so gratefully accepted. The woman took the pendant into her shaking hand and rubbed it gently between her fingers. "Is it true that the liquid inside, is real blood?" A question only a true fan would even think to ask. "Yes it is." Layla confirmed, and with a smile she added. "My blood!" Reaching behind her neck, Layla removed her pendant and held it out by the two ends of its black leather cord. "Turn around." She said. The woman, already a nervous wreck did as she was told. With quivering lips and flooded eyes she followed Layla's porcelain white hands as they draped the pendant up over her head, fastening it at the back. Layla then turned the woman toward the mirror so that she was able to see herself wearing this rare and beautiful gift given to her by one of Freestyle's greatest artist, and though she could feel Layla's cold hands resting on her shoulders, the reflection of which she saw sang a whole other song!

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