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As the last screw came loose, Harper removed the vent from the wall and crawled up into the ducts. Unfortunately, there was no way to replace the vent from inside (and facing towards the casino), so the only thing she could do was press the transmitter on her headphones, pulling a few strands of blonde hair trapped by the earpiece. âCrawler to Fairy Princess, Iâm in vents; could you quickly replace the grate I had to rem...
Kiyo was going to burn his workplace to the ground. The corner store where he works was stuck in the middle of the renovated part of the city. Youâd think, with all the rich people around, they might act with some class; unfortunately, Kiyo had long since learned that standing between people and the snacks they were purchasing made assholes out of the kindest of souls. And being on the other side of the wrath coul...
Annie stared out the train window. There was a couple outside, enthusiastically reuniting after a long time apart. The man with curly hair and glasses had swept the dark-haired women off her feet, clutching her to his chest like he never wanted to let go. She smiled at their reunionâthe desperate clutching, the whispering in ears, the blinding smiles⌠It was cute. âWhat are you looking at?â Kiyo asked, sitting be...
âI rememberâŚâ Havoc had been expecting the detective for a while, but not like this. Not with blood oozing out of slashes in his clothes, not with bruises across his eyes and nose. His eyes were focused on her, glazed with pain. Despite how many times heâd tried to kill her, despite the decades of one-sided animosity, Havoc rushed forward to catch him before he collapsed. His dead weight nearly caused her ...
As Oscar locked up the house before bed, he heard the creaking of floor boards behind him. Glancing in the mirror by the front door, he caught sight of a white nightdress sliding its way underneath the overstuffed couch. He sighed and locked the door. Sitting down next to the couch, Oscar stuck his hand in the gap between it and the floor. âHola, mijaâŚâ A little hand grabbed him and he squeezed, his fingers dwarf...
At first, Myrios thought that it was from overworking himself. You know, the whole âThe last thing you think about before falling asleep is what you dream aboutâ myth. Since clearly, he wouldnât dream about Aberration 361 willingly. He wouldnât think about her at all, if possible, but unfortunately she was a wily entity, slipping in and out of dimensions like water through a crack on the sidewalk, leaving a trail...
âAerydel, Iâve come to bargain!â The demand rang out through the cave, overtaking the dripping stalactites and the occasional shifting of the bones under foot. Torchlight flickered across the rock walls, turning dark shadows black as Marcus stood on the edge of a massive pit with a sword he didnât know how to use clutched in his dominant hand. It didnât shake. It wasnât shaking, damn it! The silence contin...
âAlright!â Harper ignored Detective Knott sliding into the booth across from her. He clapped his hands and smiled at her. âJust got off the phone with the towing company; theyâve gotten the car to the nearest AAA station and theyâre going to work on her asap, so we should be back on the road by this time tomorrow.â Harper grunted, sinking further into her sweatshirt. She could practically feel the sinus infecti...
Passing through the fifth and final checkpoint, you suppress a shutter as the magic dampening runes wash over you. Itâs been over six months since you started working as a security guard, and having your magic stripped from you every night was just as unnatural and obtrusive as the first time. But itâs not like you can complain; non-magicals couldnât feel the runes, after all. Confessing that you could⌠You shake ...
The Lady Chuprova Ioanna Yaroslavovna was an elegant woman. Highly regarded by her peers, the lady was well-known as generous and loving, having hosted countless charity balls in the past few years to fund projects all across the country. Despite being low-titled, she was known by every royal, peasant, and merchant. She was a high-quality woman. So high, in fact, that she was publicly known to be engaged to the second p...
I'm an aspiring novelist currently working on a fantasy novel. But while I'm working on that, I write short stories.
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