The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts
Chapter 69: Oh… but I don’t think we have sacred mountains
Before Isabella could even process the situation, Ophelia let out a dramatic sob and came charging toward her like an emotional warthog.
Isabella blinked. Wait. WAIT.
The woman was going in for a hug.
"OH—"
Glimora, sensing the danger of an incoming full-body impact, SCREECHED and scrambled out of Isabella’s arms with the speed of a possessed squirrel.
And then—before Isabella could even react—
THE LITTLE MONSTER CLIMBED ONTO HER HEAD.
HER HEAD.
HER. HEAD.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL—"
Ophelia slammed into Isabella’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably, her weight nearly knocking Isabella off balance.
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