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Failing Moon Unhappily Stuck
Josey felt sorry for Tarrin after hearing what happened between him and his ex, but she was relieved they were no longer together and also angry that someone could be so judgmental. “Kinda pisses you off, doesn’t it?” Linux’s question snapped Josey out of her thoughtful stare, and she nodded, “Yeah, it does. I mean, it’s not like he is bedridden or has some crazy disease. I kinda feel sorry for him.” Linux choked on his water and shook his head, “Oh, don’t let him hear you say you feel bad for him. I wasn’t kidding when I said he was touchy about it.” Josey nodded, “Okay, I won’t, sorry. But, at least he made something of himself and can do better.” Linux smiled, “Yes, yes he can. So, what do you think about him?” “Me? I think he’s okay as a human being. He is rough around the edges, rather bossy and pushy, and I know he does things to irritate me on purpose. Mr. Stormway can be arrogant and confusing too. Other than that, as I said, he’s okay,” she shrugged with her response an
Failing Moon White Boxed Truck
After only a few mins passed, Mara came back into the detective’s office, and Tarrin glanced at her before continuing. “There was something out of sorts from what I recall when meeting Mr. Brightstone’s son before he died in an accident. I’m not usually untrusting, but he claimed Bob and May moved, never giving him the key and making him have to replace the locks to the place. He also had no forwarding address,” Tarrin explained, giving the detective only parts of what he actually knew, “My father was the one that said they couldn’t have moved when he spoke to them just a day prior to selling the place. They were expecting their godson to visit within the week. So they would have no reason to sell the place or just vanish.” “Do you know the name of their godson?” Tarrin shook his head honestly, “No, I don’t, but my father may know.” “I see, and because the autopsy report shows they died before being placed in the water, we are still investigating that,” said Mr. Ranier, the detect
Failing Moon Roof And Rain
Josey stared at the doors for however long it took for the elevator to reach the bottom floor. She debated testing the stairs, but what if the crazy lady was serious? Would anyone believe her? Is it worth spending one night in the office to not lose her job? “AHHHHhrgg!” Yelling in frustration, she headed back over to the desk, but then lightning hit, and the power went out. She quickly checked the phone, but there was no dial tone. Slamming it down, she murmured, “Great,” and searched her desk and lunch bag for a charger. There wasn’t one, so she thought of trying Tarrin’s office. But, unfortunately, it was pitch black in there, and she didn’t want to chance being accused of going through his things. Plopping down at the desk, she eyed her phone and tried turning it back on, but nothing. “Oh, why? Why do stupid things always have to happen? Why God, what did I do in a past life that you decided Josephine Parks would be born to make up for some stranger’s past mistakes?” Looking
Failing Moon Safe And Warm
The wind wasn’t giving up trying to reach her. Josey felt the chill deep inside as the coldness from the rain beat at her. “Think warm, Josephine, think tropical sunrises, warm sand,” she whispered to herself. “You won’t die, the storm will stop, and you can get help. Someone will help, right?” Panic raged inside her as a thousand scenarios played out in her head. Tears flowed more as thoughts of never seeing Emily or Cece again ran through her mind. She was starting to feel weak and nauseous from the worry. Opening her eyes, she tried peering through the rain for something, but there was nothing on the roof to help her. Terrace Pharmaceuticals stood alone along the skyline, so she couldn’t even manage to try to get to another roof if she wanted to. A few more minutes had passed, and she had given up. Laying down against the rise of the small hub of bricks that held her only exit, Josey closed her eyes and faced it. Pulling her knees tight to her chest, she wished it was a dre
Failing Moon Opened Door
“Emm, did you turn the heat up again? We’ll be on the streets with no heat if I can’t pay the bills,” Josey said sleepily, her eyes still closed. She couldn’t understand why the apartment was so warm. “Uh, no, you are just running a fever. Stay covered up,” Tarrin responded, clenching his teeth, worrying that Josey might wake up and freak out because she wasn’t in her bed. “What? What’s wrong with your voice?” Right after asking, Josey realized it wasn’t Emily speaking. Her eyes shot open, and she bolted up. Tarrin, Mara, and Linux were all staring at her. “This isn’t my apartment?” Mara shook her head, “Nope, you’ve been sleeping in Tarrin’s bed since last night.” Tarrin took a deep breath feeling thankful she seemed fine. He was exhausted even though he had fallen asleep on the covers next to her for a short while during the night. “You’re still sick and need to rest. So, I excused you for only today from work,” Tarrin said in his usual cocky tone. Josey felt embarrassed a
Failing Moon House Check
While Tarrin and Mara were downstairs discussing what steps to take in finding information, Linux left Josey to rest while they waited for the food to be delivered. "How is she?" Linux shrugged, coming into the living room, "Good as can be expected. I ordered pizza. It should be here soon." Tarrin sighed, "I should have cooked her something to eat. Unfortunately, pizza isn't going to help her regain her strength." Linux and Mara looked at each other and held back their laughs. "You seem so concerned, Tarrin. Are you sure you aren't starting to fancy Ms. Parks?" Tarrin reached out to slug Linux, but his friend was able to dodge it. "Uh oh, Marmar, I think I'm right. He just tried to hit me!" "Shut it," Tarrin said, sitting back and looking away, "It has nothing to do with needless affection. I'm just concerned because until she showed up, life was more peaceful. Now, too many questions and incidents are happening around her. She needs to be kept safe and healthy until we can ge
Failing Moon Back Home
"Don't move. Just lay here with me. Nothing more," it whispered in Tarrin's voice. "What?! Mr. Stormway?" Tarrin's body moved to the side of her, pulling her into a hug, "Lay with me. Let me feel you." Josey was starting to freak out, but then she remembered what happened last time and Tarrin's supposed health condition. Was this another episode? "Mr. Stormway, you should let me go. This really isn't appropriate. Why don't I go downstairs and get Linux, hmm?" She tried prying his hands from her waist, but he was so strong. Then, suddenly, he pulled her to her side to face him. Laying face to face now, Josey squeezed her eyes shut. She was scared but tried not moving again, fearing setting him off. "Please let me go, Mr. Stormway. You'll remember this and then be mad at me for it." Tarrins voice came out, whispering, "Never, you are mine. Not his, mine." "But," she started to say before his lips were suddenly on hers. Tarrin was the backseat driver. The mutation had taken ove
Failing Moon Cece And Mara
"Mara, are you hungry? I can make you something," Cece asked, hiding behind the fridge door and feeling a bit nervous being alone with her crush. Mara responded, trying to act cool, "Nah, I'm good. I ate some pizza earlier. Thanks, though." "Oh, pizza, okay, sure. Do you want something to drink instead?" Mara shook her head, "I'm good, really." Cece nodded, "Okay, well, I'll be over here cooking." She kept her back to Mara and scolded herself, wondering if she sounded too pushy or eager. Josey's friend quickly washed some celery and got a knife out to slice it for soup. But, not paying attention as she was lost in thought about Mara, the knife slipped and cut Cece's finger. "Oweee," she yelped, and before she could blink, Mara was next to her. "You cut yourself... here," Mara said, grabbing a paper towel and wrapping it around Cece’s finger. "When Josey gets out of the bathroom, we should put some antiseptic on it," Mara continued to say, holding Cece's hand. "I'm so stupi
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