บททั้งหมดของ Transmuted : Love Of An Evening : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I walk back to the house.I can't deny the fact that Mahone sings well, the song was thoughtful and meaningful. Yet I don't really know him, because Lynn never told me about his brother. Again, why he would tell me some basic truths.I pass the dancing people, getting myself another drink and it felt good. I know that sometimes drinking helps to ease away all the emotional pain. Likewise, I agree with whoever first said and did that. I throw the used cup in the bin and take another one, thinking what I could use instead of vodka. I roam my eyes at all the bottles placed on the table, because Maria always has a good collection of drinks ( from her father's cabinet, easy guess ).   Strawberry Daiquiri? No, this cocktail makes my mouth sweet, don't like much. A margarita sour mix would be good and I crack the bottle open, then pour the glass. I turn and suddenly notice Emilia and Jack on a couch, shagging."Whoah!" I exclaim, then tak

Lynn Vandestine "Madonna still hates me," he said normally, sipping tea with his friend Ray.Ray shakes his head, "She doesn't hate you. You gotta understand, man, she's pregnant and her emotions are heightened. I'm trying to convince her, but she doesn't like the idea of me helping you to take the brothers down.""I understand," he puts the cup down on the table. "So, what did you find?"Ray opens his computer. "Listen. We both know that the cyber security of The Conditorem is super secure. But I hacked their website after spending two hours and encrypted the keystrokes and added some antiviruses, so they can't track me back," he holds out some printed notes. "You ever heard of the Protectors?"Lynn glances at the pages, thinking deep."The Protectors mainly keep the informations of their agents, their programs, their scientific technologies. I guess there are seven of them total, as I heard. I don't know what their names are or how t

Lynn Vandestine "So, your mother and Martha were friends?" he asks, putting his elbows on the table.Sam gulps her chocolate coffee, nodding. "Yeah. She pretended at first that she didn't care and she didn't want to tell me about her, then I pushed her about her death and then it turned out Martha tried to mess up Mom and Dad's relationship a few times," she looks up at him. "She's sad, though.""It's obvious. I knew her for a short time and she seemed like a good person," he says slowly, didn't forget her help. When he was being starved and beaten up in the basement of a deserted house, located in the end of the city, Martha sneakily helped him by bringing food and water, although she knew The Conditorem would murder her, if they found out. Yet she helped him."Do you know anything about her husband?" he suddenly blurts the question."Hmm, his name is Poseidon Stewart, a professor of biology," she replies. "Martha and Poseidon were divorced,

Samlin Greenham "When is our competition gonna start?" I ask a girl from our team, Ally and sit on a bench."Boys team first. Then us," she replies.      Today is the competition, I've been worrying about. It's not a big deal, just the selection for a captain. But somehow it feels a big deal to me, I'm not ready to hand my title to a new swimmer, when I've been the captain for three years. Five hundred yards freestyle. A crowd has already formed around the pool. The captain of the boys team is Brian Hardy. I usually don't consider people who aren't my friends, but if you asked me how his character was, I'd say he was nosy and clingy.Well, now he's coming. I look away. "Hey, Sam." He shows a stupid grin, then turns to Ally, "Hey, Sis. How's my mother?"Brian is her elder brother and Jesus knows, if he ever stayed at home. Smoking pot, getting high, making out with random girls, are h

Calgary, CanadaJune 2011Lynn Vandestine  "I don't think we're going to the jazz festival," sighed Mahone, biting his nails."Stop doing that. Gross!" Lynn spoke with a hint of discomfort in his voice, watching his brother behind of a newspaper, also reading."This?" he held up his index finger, then cut the nail with his teeth, throwing it at him. "Want more?" he laughed, teasing him."You're disgusting!" Lynn threw the paper at him, shaking himself.     It was a bright day of summer, their house was at the Edgemont neighborhood, an amazing place with mountains view. The Vandestine Castle had been standing there for generations, shining by its history. It had been almost two weeks since June had started, it was the time in Calgary for the international jazz festival. Though it seemed like their father wouldn't agree with them to go to the festival and enjoy."It takes four hours from here to