When the timer on the oven beeps, Nova squeals, dropping her rag. “They’re ready!”She rushes to the oven, standing on her toes. I pull out the tray carefully, the scent of sugar and vanilla filling the air.“They look perfect,” I tell her, setting them down.Nolan immediately reaches for one, but I
I rub at my face, trying to wipe the flour away, but it’s useless. The more I try, the worse it gets. The icing smears across my cheek, my fingers are sticky, and at some point, I just… give up.So, I just stand there awkwardly frozen at the door, not sure what to do.Noah’s eyes drag over me slowly
She wasn’t as little as Nova is now, but even at eleven, it feels far too young to know how to manipulate people. Another reason I was drawn to her was because, like me, she was there on a scholarship. Our school was built for the filthy rich, so finding someone who felt a little like me was comfor
The silence on the phone stretches. I’m not sure what to tell him. “When and how?” Noah growls out the words. “They showed up a couple of minutes ago; as for the how, I’m not really sure about the details,” I answer, wringing my hands. I can hear the twins in the living room playing with Blackie
“A cat!” Nova gasps, dropping to her knees. “Nolan, look! He’s so fluffy!” Nolan crouches down too, though more cautiously. “What’s his name?” “Blackie, and it’s a her.” I answer, my voice still unsteady, as I try to quickly clear the letters on the floor. I shove them into one of the boxes befor
My heart stops, and for a moment I forget how to breathe. Two pairs of identical grey eyes blink up at me, mirroring the man I’ve been thinking of. It’s funny how I was just thinking of their parents. Going down memory lane and now here they are. I’m not one to believe the supernatural, but is tha