Elf Plot Novels & Stories

I'd be dating them one on one, for 5 minutes at a time, in a freaking elevator. After discussing some more logistics, I got started creating the questionnaire that I wanted to send out to the interested men. If I had even a shot at connecting with any of them, I wanted to make sure they weren't total scum. Together, Ellie, Lydia, and I came up with the following 5 questions: 1. How old are you and what's your job at Clicked? 2. Why are you interested in participating in "eleDATE?" 3. If chosen, are you okay with your name being used in the article? Yes or No.

The Uncalculated Shot Elara-7’s eyes widened. "What are you doing? You're dropping your permissions! I can delete you in a heartbeat!" "Then do it," Elara said. She took a shot that was mathematically "Impossible." It was a blind, backhand flick that defied every law of momentum the Source recognized. Because it was uncalculated, Elara-7 couldn't predict it. Her "Fluid-Light" armor searched for a pattern that didn't exist.

I asked, unsure of my own words. “How about a month?” my aunt rephrased, “really get to know them, get all the juicy details. Flair Mag is offering you a top entertainment position if you manage to get it done. I know you dream of working for them and this is the fastest ticket there,” Aunt Molly explained. I looked down yet again at the sheet knowing very well Aunt Molly was right. I had been dreaming to work there as an Entertainment journalist for years, and that would be made possible if I completed the task. My career would officially take off but- there was always a -but.