9-1-1: Lone Star Fall From Grace 소설 & 이야기

"Trevor, do me a favor and call nine-one-one and put them on speaker phone." My hands shake as I do as she's asked. I glance over seeing Renegade and Whitney both white with shock. I count the loud thuds Blaze makes as she slaps Stella on the back. When nine-one-one picks up, I hear Blaze talking but I have no idea what she's saying. If someone asked me later on what was said, I would never be able to repeat one word from the conversation. "Hang up the phone, Trev, they're on their way." She's still thumping her back, and I'm praying with everything I have to hear her cry - if she cries that means she can breathe. After what feels like an eternity, Stella violently expels a mouthful of formu

Montilla’s sneer was full of bravado, but he didn’t actually look convinced. One-Mile picked up the thick lead pipe he’d found in the garage and thumped it against his palm. “Say nighty-night.” Then he swung and hit the asshole on the back of his head with just enough force to knock him temporarily unconscious. He drained the tub, carted the battery away, extracted the burner phone he’d procured earlier, and dialed the only number he had pre-programmed. “St. Louis Police Department, Narcotics Division.” “Do you know who Emilo Montilla is?”

I felt Vicky tap my elbow. "I-I'm Aliana R-Reeves. I've been with Stardom for almost eight years already. They're t-he ones who helped me get to where I am right now in the industry, and they actually opened a lot of opportunities for artists like me. And I-I am forever grateful to them," I said, looking at everyone except him. I want to slap my face right now for stuttering a lot because I can feel him staring as I talk. Anyone in my position would understand. Imagine having a one-night stand with a stranger and hoping you would never see him again. Then one day, he'll just appear, offering a major sponsorship to your agency—the amount of bad luck I have.

"Me too! I will call either way and see. I'm not paying on the data if he runs it up. I should've had a pass code. I'm an idiot." ************************************** The station was a bust. Camera's in the alley were blurry, and the man did vanish on them, but they dismissed it as a glitch. They contacted Scenic Sanctuary for lobby footage tp try to ID. They asked me if I had a concussion from impact on the ground, or if I needed medical assistance. They told me they will be looking into the man and hopefully would have him identified and off the streets soon. I can only hope. For now though, I buy a nice train souvenir for Ore and we leave to find somewhere to sleep for the night.

We stood up to leave. As we reached the door, my phone buzzed. I looked down. It was a text from Victor. One line. I just found out something. We need to talk again. Alone. Tonight. My stomach twisted. I showed the screen to Ethan. His face went pale. “What the hell does that mean?” he whispered. I stared at the message, heart hammering. “I don’t know,” I said, voice shaking. “But it doesn’t sound good.” (Word count: 1500)

Tell me every terrible things you ever did, and let me love you either way ... LUCAS I had a few more lectures that day, after little miss lover girl Sophie ran away from me, and seriously, I was so lonely all by myself, but I literally really won the award of being the world most lonely man ever, when I returned back to the room. The room that haunted me....the room that was filled with his memories everywhere, and the room....the fucking room that reminded me of every single thing about him, even though I was literally trying to forget about him...God

Anything related to me would instantly shatter her rationality, leaving her unreasonable and impossible to talk to. Patrick raised his voice, his tone sharp and commanding. "Grace, I'm officially notifying you. You need to come down to the Criminal Investigation Unit to assist in the investigation for Case 318." On the evidence table, my belongings were neatly laid out. There were my clothes, my hat, and a small, faded, worn-out puppy keychain.

I paused, looked at his face contorted in grief, and continued, “I’m doing fine here. There’s no need for forgiveness coupons, no one to make me apologize for a mistake I didn’t commit, and no one who’d abandon me for another woman when I miscarried. I even got to taste seafood. “The people here respect and care about me. Ethan even peels the prawns for me. “You’re too late, Leonard. We’re long past the point of no return.” Ethan stepped forward and hugged my shoulder lightly, turning to Leonard. “She’s made it abundantly clear. Now, please leave and stop disrupting her life.” When he saw me leaning into Ethan’s embrace, Leonard finally understood that some things could not be put back toget

_Terrified_. “_I’m _lonely_ too, Seven.” Rylan’s eyes _flickered_. _Four_. “_Good_,” Four said. “_Then _let_ me _in_. Be _less_ lonely _together_.” One _flinchd_. The chip. In his head. _Screaming_. _KILL SEVEN KILL SEVEN KILL SEVEN_ He looked at Kieran. At the _gun_. “_Do it_,” One whispered. “_Before _he_ takes _me_. Before I _hurt_ him. _Please_.”

Live with it. The call ended. I stared at the phone like it might undo the call if I glared hard enough. But the line was dead. My breath caught in my throat as the sting of rejection hit harder than expected. Then it dawned on me that I was all alone in this world, and nobody, not even Matron Hope, was coming to save me. Except the police. It wasn't my most brilliant idea, but I was desperate, so I dialed 911. Just as I hit the call button, a hand shot out from behind me and snatched the phone clean out of my grip.