Calypso Novels & Stories

she typed, said goodbye in French, ending their conversation. *** Harso was stunned when he read Kalyana's greetings. Only text, no sound, but it was able to make him recall the same words the girl had said many years ago. As usual, the lab end was quiet on the weekends. The memory made Harso go to the study, turn on the computer, then enter the capsule, put on a helmet, and run computer programs. The capsule door closed with the hissing sound of the pneumatic piston. ***

he asked once the system was running. “Cassandra Patrice.” Caleb supplied smoothly, his knowledge of her name was thanks to Magnolia and not necessarily because his terrified mate had been forthcoming with any information. He watched Iggy type in the name and then pause for a few seconds before attacking the keyboard in a manner that intrigued Caleb. Having been born in a time that had none of the present gadgets he saw, he was often awed by their abilities, but never bothered enough to learn more about them, he was quite satisfied with the basic knowledge he possessed.

I sat there talking to them and for a small moment in time I forgot all my current problems and I guess that was the power of memories, they always served as an exit to your current reality whenever you allowed them to. "Spain," Britt called out from inside gaining all our attentions. "I'm coming sis," he shouted back getting up and I smiled at how close they had grown. "Do you got any beers here?" Dice asked making me cringe slightly since to me beers were a waste of alcohol. "No, I got wine, champagne and Hennesy, and you not touching my Henny," I replied "Taj, Dice we going to the store," Spain announced. "Why we going to the store?" Taj asked as they stood up.

I could feel his face near mine, and I snapped my head forward, hitting him on the nose, and I smelled his blood. “Shit, Kai. Calm down,” Carl said, and I relaxed my legs. He pulled me to my feet, and I felt his hand on my arm. “What’s going on?” I asked him, and he laughed. “We’re just going for a little ride,” he said.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

"So..." I began, pen fixed between my digits. "Tell me about Calypso." I inquired, hovering the top of the pen over the blank space under the name Calypso. "Calypso has been an ally of Titan right from the days of my great grand parents." Aiden informed, while I jotted necessary informations down. "They are skilled fighters and have never lost a battle for over a thousand years. There main source of income is oil exportation and this sets them off as the frontiers of power amongst other Packs."

She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them. Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches. 'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused. He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

Atlas Calypso has been gone for more than a week now. Still, I wasn't doing very well. I wasn't drunk anymore, so I called that a win. Discussions with Letha really helped me get my priorities straight. The appointment with the packs' midwife got pushed back because twins were born that day. Today was the day the appointment got moved to.

Although my heart’s rapid beating was down a notch or two after the immediate effects of the jump a plan of action refused to come. The white suit’s fibres were luminescent in the dimness, something I became increasingly aware of as I caught the attention of leaving worshipers. Carver had warned the residue left from the Sending Dish would cling to it. It was still a better alternative to arriving naked. As well as the oddly glowing suit I wore the pair of lightweight slip-on shoes. There was a roll of fifty-pound notes stuffed in the suit’s right pocket. All of this had been Peter DNA’d. Carver had joked that a charge of counterfeiting would have no justification in a counterfeit world. Ver

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.