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“Yes, he did carry me here,” I admit, still annoyed with the fact that it was true. She motions to sit beside me; I fold my legs to accommodate her.
“So?” she beams, scooching closer to me. “What’s he like? How long have you guys been together?” I consider her question, piecing together my memories of being held hostage, chased through a bush, pressed against a door, and swung through the air like a ragdoll, only for His Grace to be praised all the same. In short, he’s insufferable and we have been since this evening. However, that’s not what I say.
-Chapter 5
He squeezed, reopening the gouges, and causing me to whimper. The blood, cool against my hot skin, dripped down my arm. “Did you think I’d let you get away this time, Dreamwalker?”
His venomous tone made my heart stop. I struggled to remember how to breathe against his palpable disdain. Despite that, something desperate and aching whispered out to him over and over. “Callum. Callum. Callum.”
“Is it like… the same way we did last time?” Addai asked, confused about how to start.
"Yes and no," Mine chuckled, which made Addai even more confused. "It's a posture my mother taught me to slow dance, and I found it very comfortable," he smiled, "it's only steps, and once my back is hurt, we won't do twirls so… we'll only step-step.”
Pieces from my latest chapter!
The kiss was electric, sending a jolt of energy through Harahel's body. It felt as if every nerve in her body was on fire, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She knew she was making a mistake, but the pull of the Adversary's energy was too strong to ignore.
As they pulled away from each other, Harahel's heart was pounding in her chest. She looked up at the Adversary, her eyes filled with both fear and desire. "What have I done?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The Adversary simply grinned, his eyes still sparkling with malevolent glee. "You've sealed your fate, my dear Harahel,"
Aakesh’s eyes fly wide. “Why would a child of the moon dare tread so closely to the lands of the sun? You must know the bitter history between the two, don’t you?”
“Is now really the time for small-talk?” Arun asks, riding up behind Aakesh. “Whatever we just saw, that monster might somehow reform. We should leave while we’ve got the chance.”
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Adventure
From Episode 09: Breach
“You don’t have to hide anything. I already know all about it.” Mr. Cavendish glanced nonchalantly at Iris from over his right shoulder. He stood a full head taller than her, giving him the look of some great ogre about to pounce on poor Iris.
“W-what? I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand…” Iris raised her shoulders in a defensive position. She began trembling and grinding the change in her left hand. Her body heat and the friction of rubbing them together warmed the coins to the point that she seemed like she might spark a fire.
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“Now, let’s split up to save time. We’ve lost too much already.”
“I blame Gale,” Weston interjected. Gale punched him in the arm, making him gasp audibly. “I thought you were supposed to be a healer…” He grumbled, rubbing his afflicted limb.
“Does your arm need healing now?” Gale replied.
“It might.”
“I’ll take that as a no.” Gale tucked a loose strand of hair behind her small, pointed ear. “Alright, I’ll go get some more medical supplies. You people are going to need them.” She shot her fiery gaze over at me. “Also, you’re paying.”
(I’m not counting the first line. it’s just for context)
Oh wait just two lines of dialogue? Oops
Man, I’m breaking all the rules. I’m such a rebel- /j
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"My child, why does your soul weep like so?
How did life shatter all hopes and dreams you had below?"
"Must I recount my grief and relive my agony
For one to understand I am my own enemy?"
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“Excuse me, Mr. Man,” I nag, hands on my hips as he comes in sipping a cup of coffee, “but how exactly do you expect me to get up there in pumps?”
“Well, there are two or three ways.” He smirks, setting the cup down on his desk, and wiping the condensation onto his cable-knit sweater. “I can put my hands together and help you step up or you can take the heels off and climb up like a five-year-old in Mickey Dees play place.”
From the latest chapter!
"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt considering what you went through, but as a mild curtesy, I have to remind you that its considered a crime to withhold information from an investigation, kid. I don't care if Dalton was your friend, if you know something you have yet to share, you better tell me. Now."
"We weren't ever friends."
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“Yes, Dacia, I am.” Iola responded, taking a long look at the muscular warrior woman wearing tanned leather leggings, heavy boots and a metal-studded jerkin as another flash of lightning illuminated the cave. “Did you find anything... in this horrible storm?”
“One big fat rabbit... and another smaller one.” Dacia replied with a loud laugh, shaking droplets of rain off her shoulder length dark hair.
“You? Lacking daring?” the words slip out before I can stop them, “Mr. extreme sports, bicycle motor-cross, professional stunt driver-”
He looks at me miserably, his lashes lowering until his eyes are nothing but a line of shadow.
“There’s a big difference between the guts it takes to do extreme sports and the ones it takes to tell your best friend that you want…want to…” he looks back at the blankets,
“I’m not Brisa.” I said, reflexively.
Without warning, Gale leaned in and sniffed me. “Ehh,” she tilted her head side-to-side before continuing. “Ok, Not Brisa.” The sylph waved her hand and suddenly, the four of us had our feet off the ground. We were surrounded by wind so thick it seemed nothing could penetrate through. I reached towards it but it repelled me. “We must go. My wind magic will not delay Lord Callum for long.”
"Alright Melissa, if you're done with your meet and greet, we have to discuss a certain, very important meeting..."
At the emphasized word ‘very’ Melissa forces herself to relinquish my face, with a jut of her lip like a child forced to put a doll back at the toy store.
She looks at me, rather than Mrs. King, with an apologetic shake of her head, "Oh my goish. I totally forgot - you have to forgive me. I always forget. You can just take this chair here, Ms. Palmero."
Reynard approached the bed, his masked face a picture of devotion. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, his gloved hand tenderly caressing her cheek. "My love, you know I would stay with you forever if I could," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "But this task is of utmost importance, not just for us, but for all of our kind. I promise I will return to you as soon as it's done."
Gadriel nodded, her gaze locking with his behind the fox mask. "I know," she replied, her voice soft and understanding. "Your duty is what makes you so admirable and so damn annoying.”
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