Cumming Novelas e Histórias

Saturday came and just after breakfast we were heading to the first of three viewings for the day. Viewing number one was with a different agent and was further out of the city center but still classed as central. The building from the outside looked lovely and the area seemed nice. Once more, when we arrived inside it just wasn’t what he had asked for. This time instead of wasting time Logan stopped the agent and told them no.

"Thank you!" Secretary Carmen waved to Clara and went off. Clara saw her get into the official car and the driver led the car away. She closed the door behind her and opened the employment letter, her name was written boldly on it as a registered employee of CRUZ enterprise. Clara couldn't contain the excitement, so she called Ella who was still at work. "It's here!" Clara said. "What's here?" Ella asked. "My employment letter, it's here!" "Oh, my sweet potatoes! I will be home in some minutes' time. So wait for me!" Ella said and cut the call.

An adoring look passes her face as she talks about her kid. "Momsis!" Justin calls her from inside the room. Momsis? What is this word? "Excuse me. I will be back." She goes to check on Justin. Meanwhile, I put away the trash and checked the time, noticing that my reporting time would be in a few hours. Time passes with her so quickly that I haven't realized it has been hours since I am here. "Justin wasn't able to find his jammies." She comes back and takes her seat beside me.

Harry said. “Yeah that’s right” Cummins said, looking out of the window at the sprawling city of Denver, with the city center on lowland, while the ends of the city were surrounded by imposing hills. “How about your job?, how’s it like for you?” Harry asked. “Well it’s very stressful working as the personal assistant of a wall street bank chairman, nothing could be more stressful than that” Cummins said. “But you seem to be enjoying your job, last time I saw you at the arts exhibition in New York, you were all smiles and full of excitement”Harry said.

I smile and follow Claire. As I am climbing down the stairs, I come across a picture. It is mine, Amber's and Claire's. Amber is really creative in such things and she has literally created a collage. This makes me feel really happy. I continue to climb the stairs. The entire house smells like coffee now.

“Hey guys, I need to know when we are going to head over to that warehouse that Amy said was about ten miles from Juxney’s. I’m not sure I remember where that is.” “I know where that is.” Gael said. “We used to use that field over there to play baseball and soccer.” “Well, we need to get over there and get those she-wolves. Every day that passes is another day they could be in misery, and I can’t have that.” Phoenix said with authority in her voice. Sonya asked, “How do we know that it isn’t a trap? I mean Amy may have been lying.” “Oh no, we know it isn’t a trap.” Tina said as she got up to grab some more food. That girl could put it away.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Blackwell. My name is Daniel Braxton, the Beta of the pack.” “Pleasure is all mine, but there's no need for formalities, just call me Cordelia.” I told him with a polite smile. He had this vibe about him, very friendly and familiar in a way. He nodded, “I'll go get the coffin then.” Cadell strode away and I followed him, my heels sinking slightly into the grass and I really wanted to take them off. “Didn't think you have a friendly bone in your body.” He said with a voice full of anger.

Denver says, clearly distracted. I laugh and hang up before handing Maurice the burner. He throws it into the lit fire place and I nod at him. We don't want anybody knowing where they are besides Kera and myself. I get up and set my empty glass down before fixing my suit jacket. I walk to the door but not before stopping at Maurice. "We will be needing the exterminator. We have a rat." I say and he nods. I walk out and take the elevator down to the lobby. I walk out and towards my car.

He can’t walk through … the memories of this room is so precious to him. Room number 401 is the room where his grandmother died too. Mike is holding back his tears, as he walks to grandma Georgia’s bed. The hanging fluids that are supporting her life are too heavy for him. He gulped, “g-good evening grandma,” for the first time of his life—he is stuttering when seeing this kind of situation. Grandma Georgia is surprised when Sam brings a friend with him. She is quiet but smiling, Sam looked at her, “Nay, someone wanted to visit you—“

Finding out the people who are most trusted on your society to keep everyone safe are the ones everyone needs to be kept safe from makes you unable to tell friend from foe anymore. I realised Nova was tugging my hand trying to get my attention. Looking up I saw we had stopped and the others were getting out of the cars. Men and women in head to toe black fatigues were jogging into position, preparing to surround the meeting house. This was it. I could feel the excitement and the fear radiating through the bond with Nova.