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“Okay, so we looked at your body while you were passed out.”
“what why!!!” Maloney’s hands instinctively flew to his chest.
“To tell you that you have absolutely no body muscles, you are just as frail as you look outside.”
“That’s not where my strength is!!”
“I’ll say.”
Maloney’s cheeks grew red, and I wasn’t sure if he was blushing or feeling hot. I mean, he had passed out from a fever.
“What do you usually do, for money, I mean?” he asked, and I cocked my head to the side.
“We steal? Isn't that obvious, or are you just trying to be polite?”
“N-no, I just didn’t want to assume.”
“Assume what? Hmm, you are way too thoughtful for fieldwork. I am normally the brains of the operation but starting now; I will be your shadow.”
“My shad
"Heya!! This is sadly the end of book one!! Yaay, or…you know, Booo! Lol.Book two will be titled: My last wish, still centred on Vivanna, but this time with more of the heroine, Daisy.It will be out after I catch my breath, and to be honest, I was debating ending book one elsewhere, so I may add a few chapters later, don’t worry, lol not of the flashback; part two of the flashback will come later. The additional chapters will be more of Vivanna in Envia with Kassian. Anyway, I’ll keep thinking about it until I include the chapters.>.<Though, for now, I will end book one here, then when I begin ‘My Last Wish’, I will have decided on what to do.I have received pretty awesome comments, and I have to say, you guys kept me going for the longest time. Thank you for reading and taking part in my journey as a somewhat dehydrated author, and I hope to see you in bo
Dalia. Finally, finally, I finally know where Rocco keeps going. It was twelve minutes past midnight. Dalia had been in her car for hours, parked outside an old abandoned apartment complex in the woods. If her father hadn't coerced her to date a possible gang member for his investigations, then she wouldn’t be freezing her ass off instead of partying with Jeremy! Now she has to wait for Rocco to leave the building, storm inside like a jealous lover, catch a glimpse of red dynamite, a rookie in the underground market who dealt in illegal trade and had ties to the Elistar family, formally known as Elis. She dealt mainly ammunition to small gangs and blank currency, a means of trade in the black market because ritts did not cut it there. Still, she popped out of nowhere seemingly overnight and stirred not only the main gangs but also the government by threatening two members of parliaments. Dalia had suggested to arrest and
Annabelle.I shifted my mask then rubbed my tired eyes comfortably. The meeting had been on for hours, and as though that was not ridiculous enough, the meeting was virtual, but Rocco and Tony were still standing behind me, masked and acting as my bodyguards.The room was plain. If anything, it looked like a prison cell, with only a window at the top right corner of the room. The window itself was masked to avoid tracking, so I was basically in a room with no windows.The table sat a maximum of eight people. I took the head seat while seven computers, each projecting a different masked person, were placed next to each of the spaces.Gunshots sounded from outside the room, and I turned my gaze to Tony, who nodded and proceeded to the door.“Is there a problem?” A person using a badger mask asked. On the username dashboard laid the title ‘Soni’.Their voice was distorted, so I understood that they had i
"Pretty…" I muttered as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.-So this is the power of makeup?-I was in a cosmetics shop that had way too many varieties of what I thought were the same shade of lipstick. How does one even determine what's for them?? I don't foresee Carre or anyone in the house helping me.I frowned.Should I just hire an artist? I mean, I could, but what are the chances that they will not turn out to be an undercover agent.Also, where the hell would I even find one?I could ask Maloney to dig into the internet. He could look at their backgrounds. I wasn't allowed to use the internet or sign up for anything. Maloney always did that for me. Still, what if the ones he selected were not professional and the makeup turns out badly? That could ruin the mission.I need to look older than I currently am, which needn't sound ironic since it was my birthday, but this last stunt needed to work. I am tired of having D
“So…what? Do you want to take me out or something?” I joked.Well, my version of a joke anyway.The sound of the flickering of a lighter caused me to turn and face Monet, who already had a lit cigarette placed firmly on her lips.“Are you allowed to do that?”“Maybe not, but does it look like it changes anything?”“I never pegged you for the pessimistic type.”“Hmm…” she replied, then exhaled.The smoke pooling from her mouth framed her face, obscuring her dejected expression for only a few seconds.“I am dying, Annabelle.”“No shit, though I have to admit, this is the first time I am seeing a person die because of a disease.”“That’s rather cold-blooded, you brat!” she chuckled, then continued, “But, unfortunately for you, I am not ill, so I guess your goal has yet to be achieved?. I was poiso
“What's this? A peace offering?” I asked, frowning at the cheap trinket she offered “No, you idiot, this is a birthday gift from me.” “I mean, I prefer money, but….” I said, then reached for the trinket. As soon as my hand touched the object she held, her pink eye turned golden, and as though that wasn’t bad enough, it began glowing. A chill crept up my spine, forcing me to still in my spot. The sounds that often framed nightfall were silenced, and even the air’s stillness could be felt. -The hell is going on? I can’t…move my body? - “Isn't it about time you wake up?” Milossa spoke in a voice that did not even sound like her own. Her lips were moving, yes, but they did not match her words. “Vivanna, or should I call you Annabelle?” the voice said, “You know of the tragedies that will befall you next. Last time your emotions were deeply disturbed, you had many people around you whose energies you could absorb, but right
“Where am I?” I asked, my voice sounding groggy or was it lazy? All I was certain of is that my body felt weak and I, myself, felt weary. -Why, why was I throw into the past? Why do I keep coming back as Vivanna?- “Wow, you don’t even want to know who I am?” I was in the same dress that I had gone to the ball in, only barefoot. I made myself more comfortable by sitting cross-legged on the ground. I stared down at the floor once more, or rather the cosmos then sighed. Even if I were to search for clues…this situation is way beyond my control, and frankly…I am tired. More than just physical exhaustion, I think I have just had enough. “Neiwei? Is he alright?” I asked, and the man frowned. In fluid movements, probably because his legs had turned to inky smoke, he flowed to me, then with his sharp claws oozing his essence, he tilted my chin. “Ah… I see you had erased all the bad things that the goddess made you relive?” -The goddess
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. SENSITIVE TOPICS ARE DISCUSSED “Okay, last question, Why did you want to assassinate the prince of Envia.” “I didn’t.” I shrugged, “I just wanted to hit him. That can’t be classified as an assassination attempt. I mean, for god's sake, his face is soo….” I sighed. “I..wouldn't have tried to if he…if he didn’t look so much like Rodrick. Basically, it was a momentary loss of ….” I sighed then my lips sealed themselves shut before the next words could flow from me. “Hmm, are you going to proceed?” “If I don’t want to, does that mean that we can proceed with my questions now?” “Well, yes, but I do intend to pay in kind.” He shrugged, and I rolled my eyes. “When…” my voice broke, I never in a thousand years thought that I could confess this…untold tragedy to anyone. The full day’s events were a secret that I had vowed to take to my grave, but at this point, what