Novels by Purple Nightshade

By the time we were done, I wished I had accepted Granny's lunch offer. It was three in the afternoon, and I felt both dehydrated and starved, my stomach grumbling for any sustenance.Today had been a sort of theoretical briefing thankfully. I would hate to be dressed like a lost runaway model for target practice or basic combat classes. My mind was weirdly at ease when it came to fighting which I assumed was probably because I hadn't tasted real combat. You can't be scared of an encounter you can't picture, right?On the way back home, I stopped by a mall to get a couple of cheap plain shirts and trousers that I hoped wouldn't tear too easily. Fewer drinks at the Tavern for me, but I would survive.Arriving home, I was somewhat surprised to find the door locked. Granny didn't mention anything about stepping out earlier."Perhaps she forgot to mention it." I shrugged, reaching for the spare key in my pocket.Making sure the door was locked, I climbed upstairs for a relaxing shower, an

I had already arrived on the front porch before I realised I had forgotten my coat at The Tarven. Something about Granny almost getting run over just seemed to send my brain spiralling."Granny?! Granny?!! I'm back l." I announced as I practically bathed into the living room.She was seated on the couch with two cups of chocolate and a glass of milk on the table in front of her. She had an amused smile on her face as I walked towards her."Are you hurt? Did you sprain your ankle? How did it happen?" I asked."I am fine. If you had let me finish before hurrying back home, you would have heard me say a young man got me out of the way in time." She replied with a smile."Oh, that's good. Did he leave already?" I asked, looking around."It happened earlier this evening, another thing I could have told you if you hadn't hung up like that." She replied, motioning me to take my seat."Oh, I see. I guess I missed my chance to thank him." I sighed."No worries, he's coming over tomorrow." She

Sure enough, the guy turned at the sound of my voice. Tucking a few strands of hair that fell out of place, he scoffed and turned back to his drink.Taking off my coat, I sat two seats away from him. The other bartender looked between us, slightly confused, but the expression quickly vanished as I waved him over."Welcome to The Tarven, what can I get you?" The bartender greeted me with a smile."I will have whatever that gentleman is having." I replied, looking in Theron's direction."Right away." He nodded.I felt a pair of eyes gazing my way without trying to be subtle about it. Assuming it was Theron, I turned with a smirk on my face, ready to fire back at any retort he might throw my way.The gaze was actually coming from some guy at the far end of the room, sitting alone in a dimly lit area that prevented me from seeing his face.I held his gaze for a few minutes, trying to figure out what he wanted, but eventually looked away. My eyes subconsciously fell on Theron, who was sta

Walking into the bar, I realised I didn't actually want to get a drink; I just wanted to leave the spot that annoying tour guide had left me. Though it was only three in the afternoon, the place already had quite a population.Shaking my head, I turned around to leave. I still had to find a job or at least, have some options. With a degree in criminology, all arrows pointed me towards a police station, but the idea of patrolling neighbourhoods and participating in drug raids didn't feel like my style.But, I made my way to the police station either way. There had to be some way to become a detective without going through the uniformed police work.The Lindin Police Department were doing well for themselves from what I could tell. Their building stood tall and proud with glass pane windows. With a parking lot half the size of a football pitch. The taxpayers must be proud each time a patrol car rolls through town."Can I help you?" A gruff-looking man with a sparse beard and unruly hai

As far as remembering went, the files in the bag were of no help whatsoever. Which was somewhat confusing since it contained everything about me. My preschool certificate, elementary school certificate, college degree, and even a picture of me and four others whom I didn't recognise. At least now I knew I didn't fall out of the sky, but it didn't necessarily tell me what I needed to do. "Aren't you going to eat your breakfast?" Granny asked, snapping me out of the daze. "Yeah, sorry, I will. I was just thinking about the files I went through last night." I sighed, stabbing a piece of bacon. "It will be fine. At least, you aren't a wanted terrorist." She joked. "Right." I chuckled. "With a degree in criminology, that would be bad." "I think a walk around town would do you some good. Just don't go around asking strangers if they know you." She advised. "I would, but it's probably not a good idea to go sightseeing in rumpled clothes or pyjamas." I replied staring down at my getup.

The sky rumbled as flashes of thunder rippled through the clouds. A heavy downpour was upon us. Well, upon me, as I couldn't see a single soul in sight, all had probably run to their homes for shelter, plus it was late. I thought to head some as well but...I didn't know where home was.I woke up a few minutes after the rain began on a person's lawn, with no recollection of how I got there or where I had come from. The old man wasn't too pleased to find a complete stranger messing up the freshly mowed grass, so there was no point in asking him for possible answers.All I remembered was my name, Eiran Richards. I had a crossbody bag with me, but I hadn't had the opportunity to look through it.A shiver shook my body as my wet clothes now clung desperately to me. I needed to find shelter soon otherwise, I was going to catch a cold and fall ill.Just then, I noticed this old lady with bags of groceries struggling through the heavy downpour. Why a person her age had to go out for groceries