Abyss Mashle Novels & Stories

The night smelled of fresh rain and red roses. A thousand lights shimmered through the glass outline of the Mariotte Hotel, with every single chandelier up above dancing in its own lost world, like small individual galaxies in motion. This Leukemia Awareness Gala, which Kenneth had forced her hand to attend, was exactly the kind of spectacle that old money adored. Polished marble, champagne pyramids, laughter trained to sound expensive. It seemed that, no matter how hard she tried, life kept tossing her into the very world she was so desperately trying to escape. As frustrating as it seemed, Barbara recognized it as fate’s own twisted sense of humor… one she tried her best not to be offended